Labor Day Shootings in NYC, Sept 6th, 2011
Somewhere To Bleed
VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
What do you do when you're all done with screaming? All done with dreaming… All done with the hope that a riot doesn’t just break out in your front yard? Raijiv Pandey called in a bomb-threat because the power was out at his grandmother’s house. He wanted to get it back on. I called in a love threat, and threatened to strangle him with affection, crush the bomb-threat insurrection, put a scare into the eyes of those who’d bully us with their lies, deception, deceit and mistrust. Hate is the soul-killer. Only hate can bring you down. Only hate can bring you down. It will sink you so hard.
CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed, And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed. Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late, when bullets speed, and they’re found somewhere to bleed.
VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
Welcome to the West Indian parade. It weren’t the West Indians…. It was just the hate. Eighties Madonna hates flowers. But The Madonna-Madonna is mother to Jesus our Savior. There are riots in the streets. There are saviors at our feet, but none can hear us.There are riots in the streets. There is smell of gun-smoke in the air, and people dying.
So we must die, we must die, we must die. Stabbed in the back, stray bullet through Denise Gay, she’s dead at the scene. Leroy Webster was his name, shot Eusi Johnson just the same. And dead is dead, as dead can be, dead at the scene. Crown Heights is full of bullets today.
CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed, And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed. Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late, when bullets speed, and they’re found somewhere to bleed.
VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
Two cops, Dicken and Medina shot up too.
Another one dead during J’Ouvert, four shot while making dessert, and more shooting as the parade got underway. Said William Long, they were knocking over barricades, for a dozen blocks of the parade, then one more shot in the leg.
At 6pm a man was stabbed in the back- when across town one shot in the arm.
A 15 year old boy shot at Kingsborough.
A 17 year old in the leg up in the Bronx.
A 33 year old man in Harlem.
A woman in the back in Jamaica Queens
A 44 year old man at Empire and McKeever.
A man shot in Flatbush in critical condition
Two men at the Marcy Houses in Bed Stuy- one dead, but one survived.
One shot in the chest at 2nd Ave
A man shot at Whitman Houses
One in the head at Brownsville -- dead at the scene.
CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed,
And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed.
Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late, when bullets speed, and they’re found somewhere to bleed.
VERSE - (capo 5th fret: Dsus2 shape)
I know I’m screaming in my head-- screaming “come make me dead.” Shadows in the dirt, a cold fast, rain surge through my veins, falls to the ground as my feet pound, to free my mind. And in my tracks as a run the path, the flashing lights shine in my eyes. I’m going blind this time, but I don’t know if you even know that you see me. I’m a ghost as you shine the lights. I’m not seen as I make my way through the night. I’m a ghost, and I fight for love- glad you see that you can’t see me. Because hate kills the mind, hate kills the soul. I give love, to try to fill the hole. Gun smoke in the air, and the sky is bleeding. Bleed on me a cold red rain, wash the hate right down the drain, so when Evil comes and he stands on trial he won’t be smiling.
CHORUS (capo 5th fret: C, G, Dsus2)
Run for your life, these bullets have got crazy speed,
And they’re looking hard for somewhere to bleed.
Call the police, shield your daughter, but it’s too late,
when bullets speed, and they’re found somewhere to bleed.
