Confront the day I went away
To make sense of it, yeah, it's amaze-ment
The tain of the world, how they see you, yeah
They already say they see us as black bidos, black people
Open Hebrews, let us speak too
The saviour side, you'll see why the world needs you, cathedral
Black bodies fallin' in the hands of clutches in descendants of the dutchmen
Anglo muthafuckers that don't love us
Wranglers isn't the chain that cuff us
We tribe I believe that cut them jeans knee high
I think that it would be wise to read the book of Eli showed Mohammed
And see why we promised
Life's precious of blessings upon it
Our mothers, grandmothers should be called iconic
Life's precious of blessings upon it

I don't know what we should call it
Some say it's love, some call it less
They say that we're free, but we're fallin'
So, what should we call it?
Blood on the leaves, it ain't autumn
The way it's so heavy, it hurts underneath
Now they see like we got it the artist
How we keep on fallin'

They say racism, man, it don't stop
They talk sexism, yeah, it don't stop
Americansim, yeah, it don't stop
You gotta get that wisdom and it show clock
Before it's your block
With the National guard, yeah
You're protected by compassionate God
We hunting in for jobs
Be a hunter by squads
It's a small world, we wanted it large
America's most neglected and arrested
That's why your vaccine I got it second guessing
We don't know would you shooting black kings and black queens
Plus your health record it really that clean
We don't forget like Mad King
What happened it's [?]
We're getting over for high blood pressure and diabetes
Like tree that fall in the wilderness of America
Is it you don't hear us or don't care for us?

I don't know what we should call it
Some say it's love, some call it less
They say that we're free, but we're fallin'
So, what should we call it?
Blood on the leaves, it ain't autumn
The way it's so heavy, it hurts underneath
Now they see like we got it the artist
How we keep on fallin'

Once upon a time there was a black man
They loved him when he shot [?]
They loved him when he ran
They loved him when he rap
They loved him when he dance
But really did they loved him when he was out there with his fans
Couldn't love him in the hood, or selling CDs
They couldn't love how he was in the house, sleep
I wonder if there's love, if there's really love at all?
Cause in that type of love, we fall.

I don't know what we should call it
Some say it's love, some call it less
They say that we're free, but we're fallin'
So, what should we call it?
Blood on the leaves, it ain't autumn
The way it's so heavy, it hurts underneath
Now they see like we got it the artist
How we keep on fallin'

Uh, fallin
We keep fallin'
Uh, fallin
We keep fallin'

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