Confront the day I want a way
To make sense of it, yeah, it's amaze-ment
The tint of the world, and how they see you, yeah
They already said they see us as black beatles, black people
Open Hebrews, let us speak to
The saviour aside, you'll see why the world needs you, cathedral
Black bodies fallin' in the hands and the clutches
Of descendants of the Dutchmen
Anglo mutherfuckers that don't love us
Wranglers, isn't they jeans that cuff us
We the tribe of Levi, 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, all blessings upon it
Our mothers, grandmothers should be called iconic
Life's precious, all 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 weight is so heavy, it hurts underneath
Don't it seem like we got it the hardest
How we keep on fallin'
They say racism, man, it don't stop
They talk sexism, yeah, it don't stop
Americanism, yeah, it don't stop
You gotta get that wisdom and get yo' Glock
Before they hit your block
With the National Guard, yeah
You're protected by compassionate God
We hunting for jobs
Be a-hunted by squads
It's a small world, we wanted it large
America's most neglected and arrested
That's why your vaccine, I gotta second guess it
We don't know what you shooting, black kings and black queens
Plus your health record ain't really that clean
We don't forget like Nat King
What happened, it's a squeaky
We getting over for high blood pressure and diabetes
Like trees we 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 weight it's so heavy, it hurts underneath
Don't it seem like we got it the hardest
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 didn't love him when he was out with his fans
Couldn't love him in the hood, or selling CDs
They couldn't love her when she was in the house, asleep
I'm wonderin' 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 weight it's so heavy, it hurts underneath
Don't it seem like we got it the hardest
How we keep on fallin'
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We keep fallin'
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We keep fallin'
Ooh
We keep fallin'
Ooh
We keep fallin'