Bricks and sandstorms the same as me The earth and dust as sad as lifts my faceIt's the same that falls on your hateful wings The same that covers your hateful wingsBricks and sandstorms the same as me The earth and dust as sad as lifts my feetIt's the same that falls on your hateful wings The same that covers your hateful wingsSo what beauty do you speak of that don't come from me?What language do you speak of that don't come from me?I got a body, I got a time That don't mean we're gone, that ain't a crimeThat ain't a crime, that ain't a crime, that ain't a crimeBricks and sandstorms the color of me You don't like to know or seeBut nothing can escape the earth under your feet Same color, same color as meSo what beauty do you speak of that don't come from me?What language do you speak of that don't come from me?I got a body, I got a time That don't mean we're gone, that ain't a crimeSo what beauty do you speak of that don't come from me?What language do you speak of that don't come from me?I got a body, I got a time That don't mean we're gone, that ain't a crimeIt ain't a crime, it ain't a crime It ain't a crime, it ain't a crimeIt ain't a crime