| I fell down, I reached back up |
| To a hand that was not my colour |
| Did I dream or did I wake up? |
| 'Cause I’ve never seen this before |
| Maybe times, they are changing |
| And this is history making |
| Either way, when I get up |
| I’ll do the same for my brother |
| (Ohh-ohh) Do the same for my brother |
| You and I, you and I… |
| The water’s tainted, so I gotta change the source before my daughter tastes it |
| Over 400 years, man, I’ve been complacent |
| Ain’t it strange how we fear strangers, when all our tears taste the same as |
| they run down pained faces? (Selah) |
| And the blood in our veins runs the same colour, nobody bleeds hatred |
| And this is the same sky we stand under, every need sacred |
| And it’s the same Sun that warms my skin from those winter winds |
| The changes, from within may it begin? |
| My brother, take courage |
| History is watching: what will they see? |
| How will it read? What will they find on our pages? Yeah |
| Will it be a full stop? Will they see the chain’s drop? |
| Learn from us what freedom really means |
| Ooh, yeah |
| [Post-Chorus: Jake Isaac & |
| Guvna B |
| (Ohh-ohh) Do the same for my brother |
| Yo |
| Fighting doubts and reservations |
| I remember times they tried to put me in the station |
| Hadn’t committed crimes, but the melanin was blatant |
| Fitted the description of a guy that they were chasin' |
| Now, the world has had enough, and we ain’t calling bluffs |
| We’ve been lobbying and protesting, fighting for the love |
| Back then, when I was on the ground, no one was around |
| I hope some good Samaritans are coming now, yeah |
| I fell down, I reached back up |
| To a hand that was not my colour |
| Did I dream or did I wake up? |
| 'Cause I’ve never seen this before |
| Maybe times, they are changing |
| And this is history making |
| Either way, when I get up |
| I’ll do the same for my brother |
| (Ohh-ohh) Do the same for my brother |
| You and I… |