[ Featuring Próxima Parada, Tamina Johnson-Lawson ]
Sunday morning, wishing you joy
Sunday morning, thinking 'bout Floyd
Old leaves have fallen to make room for more
Hard to understand the problem
When all we see is blue skies
Hard to fall on shattered glass
While throwing stones from the outside
No greater loss than closing our eyes
Is there really peace if everybody can't seem
To get a peace of their own?
Sunday morning, gonna make a choice
I could stay silent or I could use my voice
Spent nine months safe in darkness
Then we're taught to greet the sun
But run whenever twilight comes
My uncle passed
You didn't say, "Everybody dies"
Can't erase black struggle
By saying "All lives"
My auntie passed
You didn't say, "Everybody dies"
Can't erase black struggle
By saying "All lives"
Let us grieve
Make room for me
Is there really peace if everybody can't seem
To get a peace of their own?
And I heard 'em say,
"I made it up the stairs
I wanna thank you for saying a prayer for me
I made it up the stairs
I wanna thank you for sharing your love with me
I made it up the stairs
I wanna thank you for lending your light to me
I made it up the stairs
I wanna thank you for paving the way for me
I made it up the stairs
I wanna thank you for saying a prayer for me"
How are we supposed to love
If we do not understand
'Cause it's not what we're going through?