Looking outside where the crooks and cops ride, how can I smile when the bad survive while.
Good guys die, aint no one surprised now, how the barrel of the gun got a voice like pow.
Prisoners of war and the fight is in the mind but nobody’s trying to see it like we preaching to the blind
The hood got a spell on the shorties it’s the kind to tell em “you aint got the time to not be out and on your grind
Man gotta wake up, woman gotta wake, stakes are too high to take a seat on the pine
All hands on deck and if you aint about the movement then you losing all right to be mad at the lie
Shake a fist at the man in the mirror, demand action, change wont come if the people lack passion
News flash, pastor, principal, teacher, families, we gotta do better than what we have been
And we can work it out
We can turn around
This system that we drowning in
Hold your head high
Lift it to the sky
Know that God will see you through it
But we gotta choose to do it
Looking outside where the crooks and cops ride, how can I smile when the bad survive while.
Good guys die, aint no one surprised now, how the barrel of the gun got a voice like pow.
Prisoners of war and the fight is in the mind but nobody’s trying to see it like we preaching to the blind
The hood got a spell on the shorties it’s the kind to tell em “you aint got the time to not be out and on your grind
Man gotta wake up, woman gotta wake, stakes are too high to take a seat on the pine
All hands on deck and if you aint about the movement then you losing all right to be mad at the lie
Shake a fist at the man in the mirror, demand action, change wont come if the people lack passion
News flash, pastor, principal, teacher, families, we gotta do better than what we have been
And we can work it out
We can turn around
This system that we drowning in
Hold your head high
Lift it to the sky
Know that God will see you through it
But we gotta choose to do it
Looking outside where the crooks and cops ride, how can I smile when the bad survive while.
Good guys die, aint no one surprised now, how the barrel of the gun got a voice like pow.
Prisoners of war and the fight is in the mind but nobody’s trying to see it like we preaching to the blind
The hood got a spell on the shorties it’s the kind to tell em “you aint got the time to not be out and on your grind
Man gotta wake up, woman gotta wake, stakes are too high to take a seat on the pine
All hands on deck and if you aint about the movement then you losing all right to be mad at the lie
Shake a fist at the man in the mirror, demand action, change wont come if the people lack passion
News flash, pastor, principal, teacher, families, we gotta do better than what we have been
And we can work it out
We can turn around
This system that we drowning in
Hold your head high
Lift it to the sky
Know that God will see you through it
But we gotta choose to do it