Say What

There must be something in the water
 Black bodies falling like leaves
 Here, it is russet November
 A mother will not sing
 She holds her sorrow back
 For her own child born black
 There must be something at the root
 Suspicious, can't say why
 Then in a flash, a fire, an instant
 The innocent, they die
 He tastes a bitter fruit
 Of haste and death, a stolen youth
 There must be something in the air
 It bubbles everywhere
 I watch the TV replay
 I can't breathe, I can't breathe
 I am gray
 I hold my sorrow back
 For my own child born black
 Say what, Say what, say what
 Compare and contrast
 Say what, say what
 Go gray, white and black
 Say what, Say what, say what
 Compare and contrast
 Say what, say what
 Go gray, white and black