Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
On the news, on the news
Nothing new, nothing new
Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
Only crime is our hue
And the fear of that truth
Should we fear for our mothers
Will they have to bury us too
Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
Are we wrong if we riot
For the right to be here, and
Take the faith from our elders, and
Make something of ourselves, oh
Amadou, Amadou
I think about them too
What goes through a mind in a moment
To think it fair to take the
Breath of a young man's soul
A life from a young woman's own
I fear for our mothers
Will they have to bury us too
(Will they have to bury us)
(Will they have to bury us)
I fear for our mothers
Will they have to bury us too
Is the problem in the fingertips
Or is it in the bones
Is it in the structures older than the hopefuls that they store
Is it in the hearts with broken moral compasses
In treasure troves
The blood it stains their clothes
Amadou do you know
The problems in the fingertips
The problems in the bones
The problems in the structures older than the hopefuls that they store
The problems in the hearts with broken moral compasses
And treasure troves
The blood it stains their clothes
Amadou do you know
The blood it stains their clothes
Amadou do you know
The blood it stains their clothes
Amadou do you know
Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
We are you, we are you
We are you, we are you
And we have not forgotten about you
Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
I'm afraid to be here
In this world that you knew
But I'll do what I can
If you promise me this
That you'll watch over us
So our mother back home
Will not have to
Bury us, too
Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
Amadou, Amadou
