Standing Still
When you can sit in my face and can tell me lies
Wondering why the sound of the voiceless cris
Al becaus of your nefarios ties
And you expect my chld to look to the skies
How in the world can stand there
When the bullet of a gun wich has no eyes
Is fired from the barrel of a racist eyes
To only hit a boy who later dies
Yet he sits their for 4.5
But yet justice in this country
This is what flies
How in the world can you stand there
When its black on black it's all but try it
When it's white on black its lets beat th streets and lets riot
See we're standing here standing still
Waiting for the next Emmet Till
How in the world can you stand ther
How in the world can you stand there
When Zimmerman who took the life of another man is a free man
Who just so happeneds to be black man
What is going on man
How can you stand there
When the law keeper
Is the one whose own law in which can't be kept
We have a boy that goes down by the name of Mike Brown
But yet again Wilson is allowed too walk on his own will son
Why a mother has to fight against her will and bury her son
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