Amadou Diallo

Amadou Diallo
New York City, shot him 19 times
they get away with murder
it oughtta be a capital crime

plain clothes after midnight
four white cops from the elite corps
and Amadou Diallo
standing in his own front door

Amadou Diallo
he was a West African man
they said he looked suspicious
he had somethin’ in his hand

it was his wallet

they put the trial up in Albany
where the police have more friends
they said it was a big mistake
and they’d try not to do it again

Amadou Diallo
his mother cryin’ in a far off lonesome place
she came to see justice done
but what she got was a slap in the face

trigger-happy gun thugs
walkin’ on the side of the law
some of them you know got a real short fuse
and that can be a fatal flaw

if you fit the description
they might say you were carryin’ a knife
Amadou Diallo
another stolen life

there’s a woman in the harbor
and she’s carrying a burning light
but it’s gettin’ hard to see it now
there’s gonna be a storm tonight

don’t you hear the thunder
don’t you feel that river run
someone ask a question, someone give a answer
somethin’s gotta be done

everybody’s talkin’
somethin’ on everybody’s mind
Amadou Diallo
it oughtta be a capital crime