Amadou Diallo

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Blood stains, of my own blood, on my
 doorstep
How can a man, expect to live, live 
right in harmony
When the cross-fire is on him, 
hunted by authority
You might not overstand I say, the 
plight of blackman, cliché you say,
Long held out crying for the hope of
 peace
Insanity is the least of our 
trouble.

Another story, to be told, with the 
innocent blood of Amadou Diallo
Destroyed his hopes and shattered 
his dreams,
Could have been me the victim of 
this story,

When authority bark, they want us to
 whimper
When the powerless act, them try to 
divide and conquer
But hopes and dreams abound, Diallo 
wasn't just one man
Represented the face of a godly 
nation
Why so you hate the seeds of God's 
creation,
This ain't no black song, this ain't
 no cotton picking song
When will it end, must first i 
begin, so here i man draw the line
We have got to stand, or we have no 
chance to fall,
In this war of right over evil, So 
here i man draw me line,
Let's make sure there's not another 
sequel, Chorus

Bloodstains of my own blood, on my 
doorstep
Murder, murder, murder, not one 
count of murder,
Not one count of manslaughter, not 
one count
Not even an apology, of incompetent 
authority