I Got My Hands Up

This one, this one for my fallen brothas And we aint even in a, we aint in a regular war zone This is supposed to be the place we call home You know But we still in a hostile environment (In the back ground) Cell phone -No a gun Wallet -a gun Hair Brush -It's a gun Keys -A knife Move it's ya life Submit - It's ya life Fight it ya life Breath - No freeze I got my hands - now get on ya knees I got my palms to the sky - Get on ya knees I got my hands up but I can't breath Palms to the sky or triggers we squeeze Because I'm gifted young and black, I'm under attack in fact Each day a look at my society take me way back To before Martin and Malcolm and separate fountains Now I'm allowed to dine in Denny's but when I am out then I got a target on my back and I aint talkin' bout a gang thang Talkin' bout law enforcement, modern day slavery My whip aint stolen, registration all valid, Windows aint tinted, tail lights aint out then Why i'm bein' stopped, my hands stay visible No record but i'm still bein' treated like a criminal I look like a suspect? You looking like the uni-bomber You aint goin' face to face with ya karma Cause what goes around is like a boomerang Lynch ready for a neck one of these times you will hang It aint a threat, I'm just teachin' yall the facts Supposed to serve and protect, Why don't they just teach yall how to act? I often feel alone No one's got my back and i can't hide (I got my hands up, got my, got my hands up) I often feel alone Like no one's got my back I got my hands high (I got my hands up, got my, got my hands up) What can I do We gettin' massacred relentless As god is my witness, Im feelin' so vengeful, I can not forgive this My momma is tellin' me that it is written that If I can't forgive i'm casted the same sentence I know they gonna hate me but it's true This the modern day holocaust and I am the Jew Wanna take our firearms then they round us up It ill be the last time you see me if they get me in that truck And my light skin dude you can have the same fate Cause your afro heritage is the source of they hate So don't think you got a pass cause we all alike The Terrance Howards to all of the Wesley Snipes In that ride you just a nigga, a perp in a vehicle Ones a nightmare, imagine if it's 3 of you I'm gettin' stopped with my nephew and he's 12 then He already got his hands up and I didn't have to tell him I often feel alone No one's got my back and i can't hide (I got my hands up, got my, got my hands up) I often feel alone Like no one's got my back I got my hands high (I got my hands up, got my, got my hands up) What can I do I am Mike Brown, I am Felando, I am Walter Scott plastered on every channel Media love the frenzy, the ratings they make revenue But tell the whole story Is what the news, they will never do So you gotta do your research, your head on a swivel Documented police reports to the candlelight vigils And brother your money don't make you except Cause you nothin' but a chimp to a high percentage Of the force, of course all of them aint malice But for a lot deception is they got damn prowess We can retaliate with violence, or Martin Luther silence Or pack our bags up to the motherland islands But I'm still tryin' cause my voice is my shield And my heart is my weapon and it's so hard to kill Yet and still I still feel like I'm marked Cause my hair a lil kinky and my skin a lil dark I often feel alone No one's got my back and i can't hide (I got my hands up, got my, got my hands up) I often feel alone Like no one's got my back I got my hands high (I got my hands up, got my, got my hands up) What can I do (I got my hands up, got my, got my hands up) (I got my hands up, got my, got my hands up) Cell phone -No a gun Wallet -a gun Hair Brush -Its a gun Keys -A knife Move its ya life Submit - Its ya life Fight it ya life Breath - No freeze I got my hands - now get on ya knees I got my palms to the sky - Get on ya knees I got my hands up but I can't breath Palms to the sky or triggers we squeeze