Hands Up (feat. Killer Mike) - Daye Jack

Daye Jack

Killer Mike

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Hands Up (feat. Killer Mike) - Daye Jack 歌词

Hands Up - Daye Jack/Killer Mike

I'm feeling broken

Hopeless

No one to hold me

Love me

The world's so controlling

I'll show you

People been dying

Crying

Living with my head down

Hands up

No no don't shoot don't shoot

No no don't shoot

Living with my head down

Hands up

No no don't shoot don't shoot

No no don't shoot

Daye jack:I want to live forever angel here to hold my head up

Don aggravated man in blue my death is on the schedule

Looking at a mirror skin is burning living in a kettle

Grew up in a melting pot black child going mental

Brothers underground who's next feel the venom

These snakes ain't tame moving independent police

Without a leash all my niggas falling by the several

Calling on an angel at the pearly gate saying hello

Both:Living with my head down

Hands up

No no don't shoot don't shoot

No no don't shoot

Living with my head down

Hands up

No no don't shoot don't shoot

No no don't shoot

Hold on shooter

Don't forget your gun

Papa told ya you wouldn't die so young

No no no loser

Couldn't this win one

You not a soldier

Boy you gotta run

Killer mike:Maybe the kid that you refer to as a thug is just

Somebody else's baby

A baby a ba ba ba ba baby

Pitched my mother crazy

When she see her baby laying facedown on the burning pavement amen

Can I get an amen amen get behind me satan

That's some sh*t I heard my grandma say

But the devil working overtime and never take vacay

And you might have to let the devil know that you will spray ak

In the neighbour women child that community you stay

Who's with the mind of malcolm and your heart is mlk

Meaning nonviolence surely is the right and proper way

But if a devil do you harm then that devil got a date

Black lives matter tired of boys dying tired of moms and dads crying

Tired of being passed passed tired

Tired of being in a private palestine

Time ticking on tomorrow we ain't got a lotta

I pray the prayers to part the silent

Daye Jack:I'm feeling wounded

Weeping

This body bruising

Hurting

Thought I was chosen

A new man

No one had told me

I'm falling

Both:Living with my head down

Hands up

No no don't shoot don't shoot

No no don't shoot

Living with my head down

Hands up

No no don't shoot don't shoot

No no don't shoot

Living with my head down

Hands up

No no don't shoot don't shoot

No no don't shoot

Living with my head down

Hands up

No no don't shoot don't shoot

No no don't shoot