Don't open up your closet this morning child
there may be something in there you don't want to see
A silver soul sliver in the corner, child
of someone that used to be
Now, we all have a little blood on our hands
and a little dirt on our feet
it's the kind that don't come off so easy, child
it's the kind you have to keep.

Lord it's the kind you have to keep.

I don't remember when you first found me
I was still wrapped in my mama's arms
With your power you did surround me,
and my blood became your charm
and now you own me
but I am not your your slave
cause I will, I will get blood back for the blood that I gave
Cause it's the kind of blood you have to keep.

The kind you have to keep.

You can take out your trash on a Tuesday Night
and Wednesday, they will take it away for you.
but when it's time to look back on everything you ever made
you know they count that too.

yes, you know they gotta count that, too

Now I know you are not me
I wouldn't have it any other way
Yes, I know that you are not me.
You gotta do things your own way
But I breathe, oh, I breathe, oh this air that I breathe,
it's the same old air that you breathe
and my back, oh my back it still carries the scars
that you left for me

they're the kind of scars you have to keep

© 2002 Carvell Wallace