**Fugitive Clocks and Broken Chains**

classical, egyptian swing · 4:47

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Born into a world that stole your name
Natal alienation breaks the chain
From ancestors to future, torn apart
Social death becomes your beating heart
Settler clocks tick colonial time
While Indigenous circles hold the rhyme
Of seasons, cycles, sacred space
That linear progress can't erase

[Chorus]
Time stolen, time broken, time denied
Future's lost when past can't be your guide
Natal break, social death, fugitive flight
Temporal wounds that cut through day and night
Time stolen, time broken, find your way
Through quantum dreams to freedom's day

[Verse 2]
Running from the master's measured hours
Fugitivity claims temporal powers
Not just space but chronology too
Making time that belongs to you
Stealing moments from the plantation clock
Where overseers make the minutes lock
Into profit, pain, and property
Freedom lives in lost time's mystery

[Chorus]
Time stolen, time broken, time denied
Future's lost when past can't be your guide
Natal break, social death, fugitive flight
Temporal wounds that cut through day and night
Time stolen, time broken, find your way
Through quantum dreams to freedom's day

[Bridge]
Afrofuture visions rise
Black Quantum opens eyes
To multiplying timelines
Where liberation shines
Not just one path ahead
But quantum futures spread
Through dimensions yet unseen
Where we've always been

[Verse 3]
Slavery's afterlife still haunts today
Temporal dispossession won't decay
Prison systems, poverty's design
Keep stealing futures, yours and mine
But in the corners, margins, cracks between
New temporalities are seen
Indigenous wisdom, Black quantum thought
Teaching freedom can't be bought

[Chorus]
Time stolen, time broken, time denied
Future's lost when past can't be your guide
Natal break, social death, fugitive flight
Temporal wounds that cut through day and night
Time stolen, time broken, find your way
Through quantum dreams to freedom's day

[Outro]
Reclaim the time they took away
Build futures from this present day
The loss of future's not the end
When broken time begins to mend

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