- Common Fallin' 歌詞
- Common
- Confront the day, I want a way to make sense of it
Yeah, its 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
Youll see why the world needs you, cathedral
Black bodies fallen in the hands and the clutches of
Descendants of the Dutchman - Anglo mother****ers
That dont love us, wranglers, its 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 were prominent
Lifes precious of lessons upon it
Our mothers grandmothers should be called iconic
Lifes precious of blessings upon it
I dont know what we should call it
Some say its love
Some got it lust
They say that were free but were falling
So what should we call it?
Blood on the leaves
It aint 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 and it dont stop
They talk sexism yeah, it dont stop
Americanism yeah, it dont stop
You gotta get that wisdom and get your Glock
Before they hit your block with the National Guard
Yeah, youre protected by a compassionate guard
We hunting for jobs, being hunted by squads
Its a small world, we want it at large
Americas most neglected and arrested
Thats why your vaccine, I gotta second guess it
We dont know what youre shooting Black kings and Black queens
Plus, your health record aint really that clean
We dont forget like Nat King, what happened in Tuskegee
Were getting over high blood pressure and diabetes
Like trees, we fall in the wilderness of America
Is it you dont hear us or dont care for us?
I dont know what we should call it
Some say its love
Some got it lust
They say that were free but were falling
So what should we call it?
Blood on the leaves
It aint 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 didnt love him when he was out with his fam
Couldnt love him in the hood or selling CDs
And couldnt love her when she was in her house sleep
Im wondering if this love if its really love at all
Cause in that type of love we fall
I dont know what we should call it
Some say its love
Some got it lust
They say that were free but were falling
So what should we call it?
Blood on the leaves
It aint 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
|
|
