13bullets (pt. 1)

Black skies getting high
 It's 2 a.m. and I don't know why
 I can't find my way home
 There's an old man kicking can
 He got empty pockets, true American
 He never ever really had himself a home
 There's a lady dressed in red
 She will drink her way into your bed
 In the early morning slip away
 But I, I didn't even catch her name
 (I didn't even catch her name)
 I don't know, I don't know
 Where our freedom may go
 What I know, what I know is
 Just where we have been
 The cotton fields, trails of tears, black boy
 Running from his fears, steel towers
 They crumble down, once was lost
 But, now I'm found
 (Now I'm found)
 (Oh, now I'm)
 ♪
 Well, I don't know, I don't know
 Where our freedom may go
 What I know, what I know
 Is just where we have been
 The cotton fields, trails of tears, black boy
 Running from his fears, steel towers
 They crumble down, once was lost
 But now I'm found