13Bullets (Pt. 1)

Black skies getting high

It's 2 AM and I don't know why

I can't find my way home

There's an old man kicking can

He got empty pockets, true American

He never ever really had himself a home

There's a lady dressed in red

She'll drink her way into your bed

In the early morning, slip away

But I didn't even catch her name

Well, I don't know, I don't know

Where our freedom may go

What I know, what I know is just where

We have been

The cotton fields, trails of tears, black boy

Running from his fears, steel towers

They crumble down, once was lost

But now, I am found

Well, I don't know, I don't know

Where our freedom may go

What I know, what I know is just where

We have been

The cotton fields, trails of tears, black boy

Running from his fears, steel towers

They crumble down, once was lost

But now, I am found