Three Gypsies

Three gypsies play upon the street
Not for coins, not for the beat
Two of them with skin so dark
And I’m the third, but I’m the spark

Their hands are calloused, hearts are free
Their rhythm flows naturally
But I chose the night, I chose the pain
Their black skin’s given, my soul’s the chain

I am black in soul, not in skin
They might have born it, I walked in
I am the largest, I carry the weight
Two gypsies beside me, I decide my fate

They don’t know the road I’ve seen
The dark I carry, the space between
They play for joy, I play for fire
For what I chose, for my desire

I am black in soul, not in skin
They might have born it, I walked in
I am the largest, I carry the weight
Two gypsies beside me, I decide my fate

Maybe they could not choose
Maybe I was born to lose
But I walked the path I made
My shadow dark, my debts unpaid

I am black in soul, not in skin
This is my curse, my choice, my sin
I play the street, I play the night
Three gypsies together, I burn the light

Three gypsies on the cobblestone
Two are theirs, one is my own
Black by skin, black by choice
I am of the darkness voice