It Ain’t Fair The Roots (Ft. Bilal)
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[Intro: Bilal]
Oh, brother, hmm
It's still a mystery, yeah
Will you hear my cry?
Won't you hear my plea? Ohhhhh, ohhh
'Cause I'll never know (I'll never know)
How it feels (How it feels)
How it feels (How it feels)
Oh, how it feels (How it feels)
To be
To be
Free
[Verse 1: Bilal]
People swear they woke, but they walking in their sleep
I pray the Lord their souls to keep
Because wolves disguised as sheep patrol our streets
And we all know, that which you sow, you shall reap
Those who do know, you should teach
Through every loophole, we gon' leap until you reach
A common ground and become unbound
Because when your whole town becomes a battleground
Tears raining down
[Chorus 1: Bilal]
Because it ain't fair
It's hard when you're looking for love
And it ain't there
Or trying to read what tomorrow holds
When it ain't clear
Because the well is running dry
Race-tension is running high
Under 21 is far too young to die
My salvation's under fire
This marks a rising of the tide
Oh, brother, hmm
It's still a mystery, yeah
Will you hear my cry?
Won't you hear my plea? Ohhhhh, ohhh
'Cause I'll never know (I'll never know)
How it feels (How it feels)
How it feels (How it feels)
Oh, how it feels (How it feels)
To be
To be
Free
[Verse 1: Bilal]
People swear they woke, but they walking in their sleep
I pray the Lord their souls to keep
Because wolves disguised as sheep patrol our streets
And we all know, that which you sow, you shall reap
Those who do know, you should teach
Through every loophole, we gon' leap until you reach
A common ground and become unbound
Because when your whole town becomes a battleground
Tears raining down
[Chorus 1: Bilal]
Because it ain't fair
It's hard when you're looking for love
And it ain't there
Or trying to read what tomorrow holds
When it ain't clear
Because the well is running dry
Race-tension is running high
Under 21 is far too young to die
My salvation's under fire
This marks a rising of the tide
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