text: Forty-one shots and well take that ride
  Across the bloody river to the other side
  Forty-one 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 can get killed just for living in your American skin
  
  Forty-one 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
  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 
  Forty-one shots and well take that ride
  Across this bloody river to the other side
  Forty-one shots I 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 
  No secret my friend
  You get killed just for living in
  You get killed just for living in
  You get killed just for living in your American skin
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