Amadou Diallo – Bambu Station – letras

Blood stains, of my own blood, on my doorstepBlood stains, Blood stainsHow can a man, expect to live, live right in harmonyWhen the cross-fire is on him, hunted by authorityYou might not overstand I say, the plight of blackman, cliché you say,Long held out crying for the hope of peaceInsanity is the least of our trouble.Another story, to be told, with the innocent blood of Amadou DialloDestroyed his hopes and shattered his dreams,Could have been me the victim of this story..When authority bark, they want us to whimperWhen the powerless act, them try to divide and conquerBut hopes and dreams abound, Diallo wasn’t just one manRepresented the face of a godly nationWhy so you hate the seeds of God’s creation,This ain’t no black song, this ain’t no cotton picking songWhen will it end, must first i begin, so here i man draw the lineWe have got to stand, or we have no chance to fall,In this war of right over evil, So here i man draw me line,Let’s make sure there’s not another sequel.Another story, to be told, with the innocent blood of Amadou DialloDestroyed his hopes and shattered his dreams,Could have been me the victim of this story..Bloodstains of my own blood, on my doorstepMurder, murder, murder, not one count of murder,Not one count of manslaughter, not one countNot even an apology, of incompetent authority