Hands Up (feat. Killer Mike)

Текст песни Daye Jack - Hands Up (feat. Killer Mike)

I'm feeling broken (feeling broken), hopeless (of myself)
No one to hold me, love me
The world's so controlling (oh, controlling), I'll show ya (how to love)
People been dying, crying

Living with my head down, hands up
No, no, don't shoot, (don't shoot)
No, no, don't shoot
Living with my head down, hands up
No, no, don't shoot, (don't shoot)
No, no, don't shoot

I want to live forever angel here to hold my head up
Done aggravated man in blue my death is on the schedule
Looking at a mirror skin is burning living in a kettle
Grew up in a melting pot, black child going mental
Brothers underground, who's next, feel the venom?
These snakes ain't tame, moving independent (police)
Without a leash, think my bros dying by the several
Calling on the angel at the pearly gate saying "hello"

Living with my head down, hands up
No, no, don't shoot, (don't shoot)
No, no, don't shoot
Living with my head down, hands up
No, no, don't shoot, (don't shoot)
No, no, don't shoot

H-hold on shooter, don't forget your gun
Papa told ya, you wouldn't die so young
No, no, no, loser, couldn't this win one
You're not a soldier, boy you gotta run

Maybe, the kid that you refer to as a thug is just somebody else's baby
A ba-a-a-a-baby, Pete's mama go crazy
When she see her baby laying facedown on the burning pavement
Amen, can I get an Amen? (Amen)
"Get behind me Satan", that's some shit I heard my grandma say
But the devil working overtime and never take vacay
And you might have to let the devil know that you will spray AK

In the neighbour, women, child, that community you stay
Move with the mind of Malcolm and your heart is MLK
Meaning non-violence surely is the right and proper way
But if a devil do you harm, then that devil die today
Black Lives Matter, tired of boys dying, tired of moms and dads crying
Tired of being passed, past time, tired of being in a private Palestine
Time ticking on tomorrow, we ain't got a lotta
I pray the prayers pardon Assata

I'm feeling wounded, weeping
This body bruising, hurting
Thought I was chosen, a new man
No one had told me, I'm falling

Living with my head down, hands up
No, no, don't shoot, (don't shoot)
No, no, don't shoot
Living with my head down, hands up
No, no, don't shoot, (don't shoot)
No, no, don't shoot

Living with my head down, hands up
No, no, don't shoot, (don't shoot)
No, no, don't shoot
Living with my head down, hands up
No, no, don't shoot, (don't shoot)
No, no, don't shoot