Southern Trees With Fallen Leaves

Blood on the leaves soaking down into the roots  
Hate's worsening with many being in cahoots  
Boots on the ground pound & march towards war  
Recognize the sound before it hits your front door  
 
Can't feed the poor but sure can afford to buy missiles  
Going on tours looking for more money, power, and pistols  
Hear the whistles of those missiles as they cut through the air  
If they seem to be coming towards you, you'd best get outta there  
 
If you believe in prayer, that there's an option for you  
A sign of the times and the crimes are nowhere near through  
What can we do when men in blue kill our hue with impunity?
Yet on the boob tube they tell you that your life is a commodity  
 
Throughout history that hasn't seem to be true at all
It wasn't until just recently that many learned about The Wall
Black Wall Street out in the country of the city of Tulsa  
Where blazing fires got hotter than lava & nacho salsa  
 
Did you dip a chip and then take a trip down Greenwood District?
Was it all foreign to you as if you were trying to read Sanskrit?
Were you amazed that it wasn't taught to you in school?
Control the mind and you'll find that the body'll follow too