C G F
Stepped off the train and looked for Fruitvale signs
C G F
The January air it whips across my spine
C G F
Whoa Whoa
C G F
We've been suffering the six days since he died
C G F
I saw a picture of his mother as she cried
C G F
Go to where the people go, we'll dig some decent wine
C G F
And it burns hard and real
C G F
To feel his feel
C G F
They're putting clothes to flame, an imaginary sun
C G F
A little boot heel down for a solitary gun
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