text: We need some quiet
  41 shots and well take that ride
  Cross this bloody river to the other side
  41 shots cut through the night
  Youre kneeling over his body in the vestibule
  Praying for his life
  Is it a gun? Is it a knife?
  Is it a wallet? This is your life
  It aint no secret 
  It aint no secret 
  No secret, my friend
  You get killed just for living in your American skin
  41 shots, Lena gets her son ready for school
  She says, On these streets, Charles
  Youve got to understand the rules
  If an officer stops you
  Promise me youll always be polite
  And that youll never ever run away
  Promise Mama youll keep your hands in sight
  Well, is it a gun? Is it a knife?
  Is it a wallet? This is your life
  It aint no secret 
  It aint no secret 
  No secret, my friend
  You get killed just for living in your American skin
  
  Is it a gun? Is it a knife?
  Is it in your heart? Is it in your eyes?
  It aint no secret 
  It aint no secret 
  It aint no secret 
  41 shots and well take that ride
  Cross this bloody river to the other side
  41 shots, got my boots caked in this mud
  Were baptized in these waters and in each others blood
  Is it a gun? Is it a knife?
  Is it a wallet? This is your life
  It aint no secret 
  It aint no secret 
  It aint no secret 
  No secret, my friend
  You can get killed just for living in
  You can get killed just for living in
  You can get killed just for living in
  You can get killed just for living in
  You can get killed just for living in
  Your American skin
   You can get killed just for living in
   You can get killed just for living in
   You can get killed just for living in
   You can get killed just for living in
   You can get killed just for living in
   You can get killed just for living in
   You can get killed just for living in
   You can get killed just for living in