| Our Lord, grant us good in this world
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| And good in the life, to come keep us safe from the torment of the fire
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| As we keep our hands up high and scream for justice
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| Ferguson, rest in peace Mike Brown
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| And all the young soldiers out there
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| God help us
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| Time to take a stand and save our future
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| Like we all got shot, we all got shot
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| Throwing up our hands don’t let them shoot us
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| 'Cause we all we got, we all we got
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| God ain’t put us on the Earth to get murdered, it’s murder
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| God ain’t put us on the Earth to get murdered, it’s murder
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| Don’t point your weapons at me
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| Seen the pictures, feel the pain, scandalous how they murder son
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| Tired of them killing us, I’m on my way to Ferguson
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| Talked to TIP, I talked to Diddy, them my brothers walking with me
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| Mothers crying «Stop the riots», we ain’t got to chalk the city
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| I seen Cole out there, felt I should go out there
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| They left that boy for hours in the cold out there
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| They killin' teens, they killin' dreams (It's murder)
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| Yo, come on we gotta stick together, we all we got
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| Police taking shots and I ain’t talkin' 'bout Ciroc
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| I’m talking 'bout Emmett Till, I’m talking 'bout Ezell Ford
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| I’m talking 'bout Sean Bell, they never go to jail for
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| Trayvon over Skittles, Mike Brown Cigarillos
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| History keeps repeating itself, like a Biggie instrumental
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| America’s a glass house and my revenge is mental
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| Rather use my brain than throw a cocktail through a window
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| I got the keys to the city still we left in the cold
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| Hands in the sky, still was left in the road
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| Ribbon in the sky, Michael Brown, another soul
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| Stole by the system, black men we pay the toll
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| The price is your life, Uncle Sam want a slice
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| Black dress code now we looting in the night
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| Now we throwing Molotovs in this holocaust
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| And I know they hate to hear me screaming, «I'm a Boss!»
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| Time to take a stand and save our future (Maybach Music)
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| Like we all got shot, we all got shot
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| Throwing up our hands don’t let them shoot us
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| 'Cause we all we got, we all we got
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| God ain’t put us on the Earth to get murdered, it’s murder
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| God ain’t put us on the Earth to get murdered, it’s murder
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| Don’t point your weapons at me
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| Tired of the okie-dokie, lying you Pinocchio
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| Driving while black, tell me, where am I supposed to go?
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| Gun shots hit the car, now I got the holy ghost
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| If excessive force was a drug, then they overdosed
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| Got us tryna protest, it’s a slow process
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| Heard it’s a lotta rotten eggs in the crow’s nest
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| People praying on they feet, police holding on they heat
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| Turned on the news and seen a tank rolling down the street
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| Yeah, I seen a lot of ice water tossed and I know it’s for a cause
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| My only question is, what we doing for the loss
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| Of Mike Brown?
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| 'Cause right now, I challenge you to use your talents to
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| Speak up, and don’t you ever let 'em silence you
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| 'Cause action speaks louder than words, that’s what I heard
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| Shot down with his hands up, that’s what occurred
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| Man that sound absurd
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| Matter fact to me that sound like murder
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| We want justice
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| Ayy yo Game, I had a crib out there
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| I used to live out there
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| So I know how niggas feel out there
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| People stressing, protesting, unity is a blessing
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| So it’s time we come together
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| Use our voice as a weapon
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| I am Michael Brown, 'cause I stand for what he stand for
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| News say we’re looting
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| Paint pictures like we some animals
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| On my NWA CMG
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| Hollerin' «Rest in peace Eazy and fuck the police»
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| Heard another brother slain up in St. Louis
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| Sure the mother feel the pain, but what you famous doing
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| I’m sure the general population trying to be more active
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| But when the light finally catches you, you’re ice challenged
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| Okay, and I support the ALS just like the rest of them
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| But you have yet to pay your debt
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| So you just flexing then
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| 'Cause everybody care for a minute, then stop
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| People only there for a minute, then stop
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| And what’s the point of giving if you ain’t giving your all
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| We never getting ahead, might as well give up your heart
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| Where does it end?
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| I got my hands up, what else am I supposed to do?
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| Rest in peace to Mike Brown
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| Where does it end?
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| And all the other fallen soldiers |
| Tell me, where’s the love for everything we’re going through?
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| That will not be on the news or televised, ah
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| Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me
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| Hope that God can save us
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| Mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy me
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| As we lead in peace
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| Martin Luther King had a dream
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| But they ain’t respecting Jesse up out here
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| And they don’t really respect Obama out here
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| Lights out, go dark — it’s like a nightmare
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| How the fuck you play the game, but they ain’t playing fair
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| It’s going down, Armageddon right here
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| Right now, not on TV but right here
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| Put your flags in the air if you don’t really care (Wave it)
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| We need justice yeah, we need justice here
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| I heard he surrendered but we all saw how they did him
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| Television broadcasts, a confused country
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| I’m a resident of a nation that don’t want me
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| What’s done is done the town erupts in fury
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| And I’m already hearing 'bout this lopsided jury
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| Three faces like his, the rest another story
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| A lot of motherfuckers need to act more worried
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| The revolution has been televised
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| If I sit here and do don’t do nothing, homie, that’s genocide
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| Fuck that, we have arrived
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| And who cares who ain’t on our side 'cause we on our own
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| How do you preach peace to a family that just lost they own?
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| My brodie Game just banged my line like «We gotta do something»
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| All that marching and that peace ain’t gonna fucking do nothing
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| Fuck it, my moms, sorry I’m ready to rage
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| The police done let the animals out of the cage
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| Oh lord it’s
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| Time to take a stand and save our future
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| Like we all got shot, we all got shot
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| Throwing up our hands don’t let them shoot us
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| 'Cause we all we got, we all we got
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| God ain’t put us on the Earth to get murdered, it’s murder
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| God ain’t put us on the Earth to get murdered, it’s murder
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| Don’t point your weapons at me
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| Stand up |