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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' Ooh We keep fallin' Ooh We keep fallin' Ooh We keep fallin' Ooh We keep fallin'