Dodecahedron

No matter what a child draws, he's really picturing himself
Ask a secure child to draw a tree
And he is likely to draw a bountiful, spreading tree
A black child drew this tree, cut off in it's growth
Stark, bare, ungratified
It works the same way with drawings of people
The black child, who is forced to live in a hostile world
May disappear in self-defense
He drifts through life, feeling like a shadow
He stops caring and he stops trying
A child who has this on his mind, can not be a child
A child who has this on his mind
Could, wanna' burn down cities when he gets older

Never let me go
This
Is cancer
The moon, changes

Water purifies
Cancer gives, purifies
Simple as
It's a easy situation
When the moon, child
Cancer