Chords with lyrics
Stepped off the train and looked for Fruitvale signs
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The January air it whips across my spine
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Whoa Whoa
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We've been suffering the six days since he died
C majorC G+G FF
I saw a picture of his mother as she cried
C majorC G+G FF
Go to where the people go, we'll dig some decent wine
C majorC G+G FF
And it burns hard and real
C majorC G+G FF
To feel his feel
C majorC G+G FF
They're putting clothes to flame, an imaginary sun
C majorC G+G FF
A augmentedA little boot heel down for a solitary gun