Whose Blood Is That?

A white richman with a hundred rifles is nothing but a suspect

But a black father and his family are always better off dead

You say they were mistaken

But how many times?

Are you fucking kidding me? You are shooting them from behind

So whose blood is that?

Whose blood is that?

And while they burn

You feel the heat

You see, we’ve overcome

Their will to live

And while they burn

You feel nothing

So that your eyes

Remain the only green

You tell lies!

And they believe you

You cry!

Make sure they buy it too

So those who are lost now believe they found God

And the rest of the world needs saving from above

But answer my question before the election

This crimson red all over your hands

Forget the distraction

Yeah I’ve seen it and I’ll sing it so everybody hears it

Whose blood is that?

So whose blood is that?

Whose blood is that?