| Mama soaked in tears and on her knees
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| She holds her baby as caution tapes around
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| She keeps on screaming, «He was just 19»
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| The men in blue said, «I told him to stay down»
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| That doesn’t make it right
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| Shame on you, shame on you
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| And if we asked the ones we lost
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| What they did so wrong, all they’d say is
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| I had my hands up, my hoody on
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| Complying, still I’m dying
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| I just had my hands up, my hoody on
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| No gun was drawn, still they find a way to make us
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| Colours on the ground
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| That’s all they wanna see
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| To them we’ll always be
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| Is just another colour on the ground
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| A child 4 years old in the back seat
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| Someone tread on daddy’s shirt after 5 pops ring so loud
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| Too young to understand what it quite means
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| Why is daddy no longer around?
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| If she could ask her father what he did
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| What was so wrong, he’d say, baby
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| I just had my hands up, my dreads were locked
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| My skin was black, so they attacked
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| Baby, I just had my hands up, my hoody on
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| No gun was drawn, still they find a way to make us
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| Colours on the ground
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| That’s all they wanna see
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| To them we’ll always be
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| Is just another colour on the ground
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| Together we’re strong
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| I’m sick of them painting the streets with them brown and reds
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| Them brown and reds
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| But keep marching on
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| I tell them copperly ones, go turn in the badge, turn in the badge
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| We’ll always be here
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| They try, they try
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| But
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| But they can’t get rid of us, yeah I stay down for you |