Police Brutality
Hands are always in the air out of fear and not for cheer
There's so much thats been happening this year
Parents sheltering children from the news
They're in denial but we all know the truth
The story about the little boys that can't even tie his shoes
The kids from the corner store that were misunderstood
The man with a wife and kids that put on the wrong shoe
Just because your black they think you're from the hood
They say it's a warning shot
But they'll leave you where you once stood
Reality isn't as good as it should be
And this stands out to me
And makes me get down to my knees
I just want all the pain to go away
But as I see this more and more
The image begins to stay
But one day we'll get our way
And that day we'll do it right
No weapons
No war
No knocking on police doors
No more brutality
We'll be proud when we see
All that we are meant to be
There's someone watching us
It's playing like a tv screen
And he's not going to fall asleep
He'll keep watching
And you will see
What turns out to be
The story about our history
No more misery
Just what is meant to be
The lord is watching and you will see
Everything will connect piece by piece
R.I.P to all the deceased
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