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