Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hands Up , by - Daye Jack. Release date: 08.12.2015
Song language: English
Hands Up |
| I’m feeling broken |
| Hopeless |
| No one to hold me |
| Love me |
| The world so controlling |
| I’ll show ya |
| 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 |
| 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 a angel at the pearly gate saying hello |
| 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 need to run |
| Maybe, the kid that you refer to as a thug |
| Is just somebody else’s baby |
| A baby, a ba-ba-ba-ba-baby |
| why mom go 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 shit 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 |
| Move 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 die today |
| Black Lives Matter, tired of boys dying, tired of moms and dads crying |
| Tired of being passed |
| Tired of being in a private Palestine |
| Time ticking on tomorrow, we ain’t got a lotta |
| I pray the prayers pardon Assata |
| I’m feeling wounded |
| Weeping |
| This body bruising |
| Hurting |
| Thought I was chosen |
| A new man |
| No one had told me |
| I’m falling |
| 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 |