[Chorus - Christon Gray]
Blood in the streets, we turn blind eyes

Is it murder, if we watch them die?
Blood on our hands, and we don't care why
We turn blind eyes, 'till we in the fire


[Verse 1 - Swoope]
Abandoned, layin' half dead in the road

And really, I don't know if Imma make it
I'm stranded, the masked man took my clothes
And that hatred is what left me naked

I was mindin' my own,

until the heisters came and swiped what I own

Not right, got left to die on my own
Dark night and the blood I lie in's my own
Bruised ribs and a black eye,

swoll shut, but I still see my life flash by
Geeked, cause I think I seen a priest on the bypass
But' he leaped to the other street and passed by

Then a Levite did similiar
And honestly I don't really know what hurt more
That these guys trynna stick me up

Or getting ignored by the church folk
I know they seen me in their vision but for intervention
They to busy with their agendas and religion

Is it pride, racism, or arrogance
That lets me die, waitin' for a good samaritan?


[Repeat Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Swoope]

I'm lying, If I tell you that I can't see
You dying, just as long as it ain't me
Sex trade, little girls getting slaughtered

Long as it ain't my little girl, I ain't bothered
Wall Street gettin' occupied,
who cares, call me when somebody dies

The hurricane took your power, My God,
Hold that thought, I gotta charge my iPod
Rawanda got that genocide,

But I got that new Honda with the tint inside
9/11 We can hold hands, 9/12 I don't know man


Picket fences keep me caged up,
An animal, unaware that I'm enslaved cause
I can't even fathom the thought of my neighbor

Askin' me for help, are you insane bruh?
The blood, the murder, the carnage, we see it all
From afar, on our DVR's, Simply too busy to be involved,

It ain't our problem unless it's an easy solve,
The hands and feet of Christ, is it lies?
Or do our busy lives tell us not to sympathize

The social ills of the world should make us sick inside
The big supply of evil should not desensitize
If they hungry and we don't feed em',

Closet full of clothes, when they cold, need em'
What we do for the least of, we do the same thing to Jesus
I know you see Him in your vision, but for intervention,

You too busy with your agendas and religion,
Is it pride, racism, or arrogance,
That let's em' die waitin' for a good american?


[Bridge - Christon Gray]
Star-spangled or blood-stained

Beautiful America, which banner gets unclaimed?
The untrained eye is blind without love,
We seein' it now, but never the outcome,

Murder she wrote, cause we ain't give her the savior
Naw, first we elope, then treat her like she a stranger, yeah
How we do both, with our selfish behavior,

He said if you love Me, though, love your neighbor, Lord help us
(Sung)
Why are you afraid, of their faces?

They were reaching out, but you won't take it, no
They ain't gone too soon, so are you happy?
Cause if you don't love them, then you don't love Me
No-oh-oh-ohhhh-oh
No-oh-oh-ohhhh-oh

No-oh-oh-ohhhh-oh
Cause if you don't love them, then you don't love Me
No-oh-oh-ohhhh-oh

[Chorus - Swoope]


Blood in the streets, we turn blind eyes
Is it murder, if we watch them die?
Blood on our hands, and we don't care why
We turn blind eyes, 'till we in the fire