let's make a move
He put his hands in his pocket so they can be warm
what they see is a young man that's armed
so they approach him fve cops to that one yong man
force him down to the ground slap the cuff on his hands
screams of sympathy fill the streets
as family members scream f the police
our society is desceding beause we killing our own race
There's nomore face to face, killers leave their trace
u can get that same treatment going place to place
but hold on wait a minute let the world know we aint finished
tell them doubters we aint quitting
man its levels to this madness and i swear the skies the limit
for our people of all colors, gender, race age, hieght and ethnicity
lets stand stronger for the young and be the maker of our history
put our words into action to get the bigger picture and see it visually
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