Don't Run

I'm all alone on this crowded street
Hands in the air and shoes on my feet
38 Special pointed through my soul
400 years old

Branches bend from the weight of the ropes
Poor souls whose bloody feet were their only source of hope
Faces ain't the same, faces always change
Here I stand all the same

Did I tell my brother?
Did I tell my son?
Don't run
Don't run

I heard the whispers, I saw the tears
I heard the mamas begging year after year
This ain't about what's right and what is wrong
It's about coming home when it's done

Did I tell my brother?
Did I tell my son?
Don't run
Don't run

An empty matchbook and some smoke they found
After the bullets flew and my body hit the ground
Riots on the street, Holder on the phone
Each one comes then he's gone

Did I tell my brother?
Did I tell my son?
Don't run
Don't run

Go tell me brother
Go tell my son
Don't run
Don't run
Don't run
Don't run



Credits
Writer(s): Caitlin Frye
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