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Burning in Birmingham
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R&B/Soul
Burning in Birmingham was released on November 15, 2016 by Amy León as a part of the album Something Melancholy
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Release DateNovember 15, 2016
LabelAmy León
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM62

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Amyra
Amyra
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amy León
Amy León
Songwriter

Lyrics

Bloody blows to my face
Call me out on my race
At war making love to you
Broken spine down the line
They say nothing's mine
It's the joke of racism
We're burning and burning out
We are
We're burning and burning out
We are
Bloody blows to my face
Call me out on my race
At war making love to you
Broken spine down the line
They say nothing's mine
It's the joke of racism
We're burning and burning out
We are
We're burning and burning out
We are
Dear God
I've been here before
This place is the opposite of life
To love in a world like this is to love without breathing
Sometimes I love without breathing
You know, I heard somewhere that black women are impossible to love
Most likely to lead a single life unmarried
The last of the crop in every season
But black women are still picked, though
When you touch them, your hands bleed from the thorns
'Cause they got cotton sticking to their hips like Genesis
And they expect us to sit back and swallow
To sit back and ease
To sit back and break every single bone in our bodies
'Til we learn how to follow their lead
We are always second to some white man's apology
Our children are always second to
Some white man's wink, smirk, and nod
I am a wink, smirk, and nod
I am the laughing stock amongst the
Angels as they await their next sacrifice
Dear God, I have some questions
About this unmaskable rumble in my chest
God, why?
Why was it so easy for me to sink to the bottom of this ocean?
My ancestors were up in the house and complained asking questions
Like didn't we do this already? Didn't we die for this?
Who let Jim back in the White House?
I thought we got rid of that ****
No, **** be electric, **** be black
**** be the only one in the wrong place at the wrong time
And I, I am the only one left singing
So God, tell me what happens
What happens when I lose my voice?
What happens when the sun refuses to rise?
What happens when my son refuses to die?
What happens when the jury refuses to
Acknowledge the history in my cries?
It's three days later and no one is coming
God, what then?
What then?
I need to know
'Cause this looks a whole lot like Revelations
I can't tell if we're being killed or saved
All I know is that I am bloodstained
And these men, these men keep telling me about my body
They force me to have a baby and then kill it for me
A different kind of pillaging
But you know, I heard somewhere that
Black women are impossible to love
And I get that
'Cause once we start to love you, your days are numbered
And that eulogy that I wrote and memorized, line by line
Will be delivered early
Written by: Amy León
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