Fallin'
(专辑: A Beautiful Revolution (Pt 1) - 2020)
Confront the
day, I
want a
way to make sense of it Yeah, it's a
maze-ment The
turn of the
world and how they see you Ye already said they see us as black Beatles Black people, open Hebrews Let it speak to the
saviour inside You'll see why the
world needs you, Cathedral Black bodies fallen in the
hands and the
clutches of Descendants of the
Dutchmen Anglo motherfuckers That don't love us, wranglers, it's in their genes to 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-jah Mohammad And see why we're prominent Life's precious, all blessings upon it Our mother's 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 lust They say that we're free but we're falling So what should we call it? Blood on the
leaves, it ain't autumn The
weight is so heavy, it hurts underneath Now it seem that we got it the
hardest And we keep on falling 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 your glock Before they hit your block With the
National Guard Yeah, you protected by a
compassionate God We hunting for jobs Being hunted by squads It's a
small world, we wanted at large America's most neglected and arrested That's why your vaccine, I
gotta second guess it We don't know what your shooting in black kings and black queens Plus your health record ain't really that clean We don't forget like Nat King What happened in Tuskegee We getting over 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 lust They say that we're free but we're falling So what should we call it? Blood on the
leaves, it ain't autumn The
weight is so heavy, it hurts underneath Now it seem that we got it the
hardest And we keep on falling Once upon a
time there was a
Black man They loved him when he shot ball They loved him when he ran They loved him when he rapped They loved him when he danced But really didn't love him when he was out with his fam Couldn't love him in the
hood or selling CD's And couldn't love her when she was in her house sleep I'm wondering if this love if it'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 lust They say that we're free but we're falling So what should we call it? Blood on the
leaves, it ain't autumn The
weight is so heavy, it hurts underneath Now it seem that we got it the
hardest And we keep on falling Ooh, we keep falling Ooh, we keep falling Ooh, we keep falling Ooh, we keep falling