Who Are You - Tune-Yards

The science is cold

Roughly one half or three quarters we’re told

Communion is old

But what makes a community whole?

So much is invisible to me

So much I may not ever see

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

The science is cool

Twenty-three percent as a general rule

Generations pretend

Shut our eyes and hold our breath till it ends

Oh, my thoughts are not my own

But born of trauma deep in cellular stone

And who are you?

Who are you?

You

Who are you?

Who are you?

The science is cold

The science is cold

(It's okay, it’s okay, all you gotta do is pay attention)