Will I follow you down the line?
Will I follow you down the line?
Stepped off the the train and looked for Fruitvale
signs
The January air it whips across my spine
Whoa, whoa
We’ve been suffering the six days since he died
I saw a picture of his mother as she cried
Go to where the people go
We’ll dig some piece of mind
And it burns, hard, real
To feel this feel
They’re putting clothes to flame, an imaginary sun
They’ll lay their boot heel down for a solitary gun
The hand that punches its own face, it begs for more
again
Shot echoed lonely from a solitary gun
Oh, yeah
Shops are looted and the windows are broken ice
She said “It’s emotional but it’s not nice”
Will you be the bed for me when they set the world on
fire
Just to see it burn
In a consolation urn
And my stomach turns to steel
They’re putting clothes to flame, an imaginary sun
They’ll lay their boot heel down for a solitary gun
This moment doesn’t happen every night
Shot echoed lonely from a solitary gun
This brother’s sister’s mother’s business is all gone
Stepped on her neck when we used to just sing songs
Whoa, whoa
They’re setting clothes to flame, an imaginary sun
They’ll lay their boot heel down for a solitary gun
This moment doesn’t happen every night
Shot echoed lonely from a solitary gun
Whoa, whoa
