Daye Jack - Hands Up (feat. Killer Mike) (2015)

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Daye Jack - Hands Up (feat. Killer Mike) lyrics


I'm feeling broken
Hopeless
No one to hold me
Love me
The world's so controlling
I'll show you
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

[Daye Jack:]
I want to live forever angel here to hold my head up
Don 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, all my niggas falling by the several
Calling on an 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

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 not a soldier,
Boy you gotta run

[Killer Mike:]
Maybe, the kid that you refer to as a thug is just somebody else's baby
A baby, a ba-ba-ba-ba-baby
Pitched my mother 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
Who's with the mind of Malcolm and your heart is MLK
Meaning nonviolence surely is the right and proper way
But if a devil do you harm, then that devil got a date
Black Lives Matter, tired of boys dying, tired of moms and dads crying
Tired of being passed ???
Tired of being in a private Palestine
Time ticking on tomorrow, we ain't got a lotta
I pray the prayers to part the silent

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.


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