Police Brutality
"Hands Up, Don’t Shoot"
"Hands Up,Don’t Shoot" Us Blacks Yell
"Hands Up,Don’t Shoot” Is What We Say From Being So Afraid Of This Brutality
“Hands Up, Don’t Shoot" Pleads the crowd to you,
A rubber bullet too late and some tear gas too soon.
Then you label it a riot trying your best to justify it really just to keep us all quiet.
"Hands up"
So maybe they'll see I surrender under the foot of The Badge
My hands are up and I beg mercy that this man doesn't pull the trigger
*Don't shoot!*
So Once Again I Say
“HANDS UP, DON’T SHOOT”
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