41 shots...
And we'll take that ride...
Across this bloody river...
To the other side...
41 shots...
And my boots, caked in this mud...
We're baptised in these waters...
And in eachother's blood...
Is it a gun...?
Is it a knife...?
Is it a wallet...?
This is your life...
It ain't no secret.
It ain't no secret.
No secret, my friend, you could get killed just for living in...
Your American skin...

*dramatic ending*