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Amadou, Amadou, Amadou, Amadou
On the news, on the news, nothing new, nothing new
Amadou, Amadou, Amadou, Amadou
Our only crime is our hue and a fear of that truth
I fear for our mothers, will they have to bury us too?

Amadou, Amadou, Amadou, Amadou
Are we wrong if we riot for the right to be here
Take the faith from our elders and make something of ourselves? oh
Amadou, Amadou
I think about them too
What goes through a mind in a moment
To think it fair to take the
Breath of a young man's soul, the
Life from a young woman's home

I fear for our mothers, will they have to bury us too...

Is the problem in the fingertips or is it in the bones
Is it in the structures older than the hopefuls that they stole
Is it in the hearts with broken moral compasses and treasure troves
The blood, it stains their clothes, Amadou, do you know?
The problem's in the fingertips, the problem's in the bones
The problem's in the structures older than the hopefuls that they stole
The problem's in the hearts with broken moral compasses and treasure troves
The blood, it stains their clothes, Amadou, do you know?
The blood, it stains their clothes, Amadou, do you know?
The blood, it stains their clothes, Amadou, do you know?

Amadou, Amadou, Amadou, Amadou
We are you, we are you, we are you, we are you
And we have not forgotten about you
Amadou, Amadou, Amadou, Amadou
I'm afraid to be here in this world that you knew
But I'll do what I can, if you'll promise me this
That you'll watch over us, so our mothers back home
Will not have to
Bury us
Too

Amadou, Amadou, Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou, Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou, Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou