Mission Streets

When the night has come to lay them down

Mission streets, they smoking to the ground

Smoking to the ground

City streets on fire, black boy is down

They done left him dead, on concrete ground

(Ooh) In the mission, it is madness

Sadness in the air

Bullyman he swore, an oath to protect

They are polarized, communities on edge

(Ooh) In the mission, Uncle stood his ground

The white law let him down

When the night has come to lay them down

Mission streets, they smoking to the ground

Burning on fire

Black souls they're on fire

It's a wildfire

The mission streets gone down, down down down down

Oh that police man bird, captures a time

They are marching strong, a blackfulla has died

(Ooh) In the mission, she had passed away

They fighting hard for days

Nyulu wawunyor, nyulu dungandar whilegundamal

Jirri warra yinye kullingor imbala

Nyulu wawunyor, nyulu dungandar whilegundamal

Jirri warra yinye kullingor imbala

Hanging trees where the leaves fall on coffins

Dressed in black for the souls that were lost when

These tyrants of a system that's nasty

The oppressed will prevail

They burning on fire

Black souls they're on fire

It's a wildfire

The mission streets gone down, down down down down

Burning on fire

Black souls they're on fire, no

It's a wildfire

Oooh the mission streets gone down