Amadou - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Amadou, Amadou

On the news, on the news

Nothing new, nothing new

Amadou, Amadou

Only crime is our hue and a fear of that truth

Should we fear for our mothers?

Will they have to bury us too?

Amadou, Amadou

Are we wrong if we riot for the right to be here?

To take the faith from our elders and make something of ourselves (Oh)

Amadou, Amadou

I think about them too

What goes through a mind in a moment to think it's fair to take the breath from a young man's soul?

Life from a young woman's home

I fear for our mothers

Will they have to bury us too?

Is the problem in the fingertips or is it in the bones?

Is it in the structures older than the hopefuls that they stole?

Is it in the hearts with broken moral compasses and

Treasure troves?

The blood, it stains their clothes

Amadou, do you know?

The problem's in the fingertips

The problem's in the bones

The problem's in the structures older than the hopefuls that they stole

The problem's in the hearts with broken moral compasses and treasure troves

The blood, it stains their clothes

Amadou, do you know?

Amadou, Amadou

We are you, we are you

And we have not forgotten about you

Amadou, Amadou

I'm afraid to be here in this world that you knew

But I'll do what I can, if you promise me this

That you'll watch over us, so our mothers back home will not have to bury us too

Amadou, Amadou