Hands up please don’t shoot.
3 on 1, what can I do?
Words hurt, but guns do, too.
I’m seeing lights, red and blue.
In a few seconds Imma be in the ground.
With hella people around.
I was walking around.
Now I’m looking up to see my brother frown.
Telling them they got the wrong men.
While I’m waving my hands.
It’s probably because I’m a grown black man.
And they wishing that my life should end.
Looking at all these people thinking that I might die.
Telling them it’s ok no need to cry.
It’s just a life that God planned out.