Album Name

A Beautiful Revolution (Pt 1)

Artist

Common

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2020.10.30

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

Confront the day
I want a way
to make sense of it
Yeah it's a maze-ment
The turn of the world
and how they see you
Ye already said they see
us as black Beatles
Black people open Hebrews
Let it speak to the saviour inside
You'll see why the world
needs you cathedral
Black bodies fallen in
the hands and the clutches of
Descendants of the
Dutchman - Anglo motherfuckers
That don't love us wranglers
it's in their genes to cuff us
We the tribe of Levi
cut them jeans knee-high
I think that it would be
wise to read the book
of Eli-jah Mohammad
And see why we're prominent
Life's precious of lessons upon it
Our mother's grandmothers
should be called iconic
Life's precious of blessings upon it
I don't know what we should call it
Some say it's love some got it lust
They say that we're
free but we're falling
So what should we call it
Blood on the leaves
it ain't autumn
The weight is so heavy
it hurts underneath
Now it seem that
we got it the hardest
And we keep on falling
They say racism and it don't stop
They talk sexism yeah it don't stop
Americanism yeah it don't stop
You gotta get that
wisdom and get your Glock
Before they hit your block
with the National Guard
Yeah you're protected
by a compassionate guard
We hunting for jobs
being hunted by squads
It's a small world
we want it at large
America's most
neglected and arrested
That's why your vaccine
I gotta second guess it
We don't know what
you're shooting Black
kings and Black queens
Plus your health record
ain't really that clean
We don't forget like Nat King
what happened in Tuskegee
We're getting over high
blood pressure and diabetes
Like trees we fall in
the wilderness of America
Is it you don't hear us
or don't care for us
I don't know what
we should call it
Some say it's love
some got it lust
They say that we're free
but we're falling
So what should we call it
Blood on the leaves
it ain't autumn
The weight is so heavy
it hurts underneath
Now it seem that
we got it the hardest
And we keep on falling
Once upon a time
there was a Black man
They loved him when he shot ball
They loved him when he ran
They loved him when he rapped
They loved him when he danced
But really didn't love him
when he was out with his fam
Couldn't love him
in the hood or selling CD's
And couldn't love her
when she was in her house sleep
I'm wondering if this love
if it's really love at all
'Cause in that type of love we fall
I don't know what we should call it
Some say it's love some got it lust
They say that we're
free but we're falling
So what should we call it
Blood on the leaves
it ain't autumn
The weight is so heavy
it hurts underneath
Now it seem that
we got it the hardest
And we keep on falling
Ooh we keep falling
Ooh we keep falling
Ooh we keep falling
Ooh we keep falling