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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 [?] Black bodies fallen in the hands and the clutches of Descendants of the Dutchman - 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 of lessons upon it Our mother's 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 got it less 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 Letras de cancionesThey say racism and 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 clock Before they hit your block with the National Guard Yeah, you're protected by a compassionate guard We hunting for jobs, being hunted by squads It's a small world, we want it at large America's most neglected and arrested That's why your vaccine, I gotta second guess it We don't know what you're shooting 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're 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 got it less 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 got it less They say that we're free but we're falling So what should we call it? [?] 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 From Letras Mania