father please hear my plea and don t you hide your face from me a brand new vision steals my sleep and it s your nightmare too silent trees sprout little leaves from the blood that spilled and spoiled the roots now these trees a strange fruit it s the harvest of our youth when we were young we didn t have to run like our life depended on it when we were young it wasn t not too little when we were young we didn t have to run like our life depended on it when we were young we were just running for the thrill gentle stare with guns in hand as mothers wrap their sons in bodybags when a man can hunt another man how is that freedom don t tell me don t tell me tell me it was just a dream cause a father is waiting there to be a reality where the children can breath in peace when we were young we didn t have to run like our life depended on it when we were young it wasn t not too little when we were young we didn t have to run like our life depended on it when we were young we were just running for the thrill and all god s children gotta rise up gotta build a new jerusalem amen amen amen and all god s children gotta rise up gotta build a new jerusalem amen amen amen cause the day will come when we won t have to run like our life depended on it the day will come when we can just live and let be a day will come when we won t have to run like our life depended on it a day will come when we re just running for the thrill
['black americana', 'indie folk', 'la pop', 'neo mellow']