Say What - My Brightest Diamond

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