Does a flower that is late to bloom,
Sas sweet as all the other ones?
Small kid, tear-stained eyes
Says the other kids call him dumb.
Says they have a hit out on his heart
Says it beats to another drum
Music never helped him overcome
Yesterday he reached for the gun
Why the world gotta take a soul
Why does hate always have a home
When runaway kids flee from light
Trying to find one of their own
Son of Man, Son of Sam, same
Inhabit the recesses of one's brain
Same death, same cult, same
Split into a human frame
Black skies, black skin, black
Black lies, white ones, black
Moonlight, black blood, blue
Black sons, white sons, you
Saw me with my hands up
So why the hell did you have to shoot?
My friends wish lives mattered
I wish sometimes too
But do they come true....?
Im not sad, this world is just sick.
I cough 'cause the air is thick.
If we melt our mountains to the sea
We still couldn't drown regrets in it.
If you find a path to Zion and
I myself indulge in Dante's course
Tell me how the air is there.
Is its beauty worth some unholy wars?
But if your roads aren't paved in gold
And Fate has other plans for you.
I won't judge, I wont mock your fall
There's fire and ice there for us all.