Amadou Diallo

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