Black lives, white lives, yellow lives, red
Let's all come together and share the bread
Let's all join hands and share the dread
BWYR
Too many dying, too many dead
BWYR
Let's all come together and bow our heads
Talkers talk, but nothing gets said
And nothing gets done and the hate it spreads
While mothers and families hang their heads
And children weeping in their beds
Blood was bled and tears were shed
While that sorry rag flies overhead
That blocks the light, but not the lead
That blinds the proud with pride instead
While the poor go hungry and the fat get fed
Everybody scared you can see it or not
Looking to see what the other one's got
Walkin' down the street to your usual spot
Everybody tryin' to not get shot
If Black lives, white lives, yellow lives, red
All come together and share the bread
We could all join hands and share the dread
BWYR
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Black lives, white lives, yellow lives, red
Let's all come together and share the bread
Let's all join hands and share the dread
BWYR
Too many dying, too many dead
BWYR
Let's all come together and bow our heads
Talkers talk, but nothing gets said
And nothing gets done and the hate it spreads
While mothers and families hang their heads
And children weeping in their beds
Blood was bled and tears were shed
While that sorry rag flies overhead
That blocks the light, but not the lead
That blinds the proud with pride instead
While the poor go hungry and the fat get fed
Everybody scared you can see it or not
Looking to see what the other one's got
Walkin' down the street to your usual spot
Everybody tryin' to not get shot
If Black lives, white lives, yellow lives, red
All come together and share the bread
We could all join hands and share the dread
BWYR
Let's all come together and share the bread
Let's all join hands and share the dread
BWYR
Too many dying, too many dead
BWYR
Let's all come together and bow our heads
Talkers talk, but nothing gets said
And nothing gets done and the hate it spreads
While mothers and families hang their heads
And children weeping in their beds
Blood was bled and tears were shed
While that sorry rag flies overhead
That blocks the light, but not the lead
That blinds the proud with pride instead
While the poor go hungry and the fat get fed
Everybody scared you can see it or not
Looking to see what the other one's got
Walkin' down the street to your usual spot
Everybody tryin' to not get shot
If Black lives, white lives, yellow lives, red
All come together and share the bread
We could all join hands and share the dread
BWYR
Writer: CARY ANN HEARST, MICHAEL TRENT ROBINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing