Paroles de Whose Blood Is That?

A white richman with a hundred rifles is nothing but a suspect But a black father and his family are always better off dead You say they were mistaken But how many times? Are you fucking kidding me? You are shooting them from behind So whose blood is that? Whose blood is that? And while we burn You feel the heat You see, we overcome Their will to live And while they burn You feel nothing So that your eyes Remain the only green You tell lies! And they believe you You cry! Make sure they buy it too So those who are lost now believe they found God And the rest of the world needs saving from above But answer my question before the election This crimson red all over your hands Forget the distraction Yeah I’ve seen it and I’ll sing it so everybody hears it Whose blood is that? So whose blood is that? Whose blood is that?