Shooting Up The Sun

Tonight, on the corner of Lincoln and Colfax A thirteen year old girl is knlet on her knees in prayer Look closley, You'll see there are mantras in her temples and angels in her hair She's grown so old, she's young and stretch marks on her soul And track marks on her tongue from shooting up the sun Now a man walking by wearing a tie and suit looks down And says, "Girl, you do you think you're praying to?" The girl looks up and says, "Mister, I'm praying to you and your mother, those you call sister And brother, that black man you just called other with your eyes, I'm praying to our truth and our lies" The man walks away with angels in his hair Never underestimate the power of the things you say Never underestimate the power of prayer