Don’t Shoot

[Hook]
It’s hands up don’t shoot! I’m down on my knees /
Begging for my life I hope the reaper let me be/
Man my momma still at home and she waiting up for me/
Praying to the lord that don’t nothing happen to me/
It’s hands up don’t shoot! I’m down on my knees /
Begging for my life I hope the reaper let me be/
Man my momma still at home and she waiting up for me/
Praying to the lord that don’t nothing happen to me/

(Verse 1)
I’m a son I’m a friend but I’m a target regardless/
The color of my skin a bullseye for the Sargent/
Fill my body up with holes while I’m picking out my fro/
Man the only thing I’m tryna do is make it back home/
But you all up in my path with your gun and a badge/
What you mean step to the side ? What you mean what do I have?/
What’s the problem officer? Do you mean that I’m too black?/
Do you mean I’m too Hispanic is there something wrong with that?/
You a coward if you threatened in my presence/
I ain’t walking with no weapons I ain’t acting like a menace/
I’m just minding my own business/
Man I’m tryna make it home/
Give my moms a hug and speak to pops up on the phone/
But you crossing my path like I’m doing something wrong/
The type to blow my brains if I’m reaching for my phone/
And I better watch my mouth cuz I can die over words/
As you Call me a nigga- *Gunshots*

[hook]
It’s hands up don’t shoot! I’m down on my knees /
Begging for my life I hope the reaper let me be/
Man my momma still at home and she waiting up for me/
Praying to the lord that don’t nothing happen to me/
It’s hands up don’t shoot! I’m down on my knees /
Begging for my life I hope the reaper let me be/
Man my momma still at home and she waiting up for me/
Praying to the lord that don’t nothing happen to me/

(Verse 2)
Now I’m lying on the ground, blood seeping on the concrete/
Eyes wide kiss the sky I can’t believe he fucking shot me/
Now I hear the sirens coming that’s the ambulance/
They tryna wake me up like I took a couple Ambiens/
But man I think I’m gone and I ain’t ever coming back/
My eyes start to flutter and my vision fades to black/
The pain starts to fade from the bullet in my back/
My breathing starts to slow and I no longer try to gasp/
I think I gave up on myself/
I wake up in a room I see a bunch of colored faces/
Bullet wounds in their chests and see the marks left from the tasers/
I see Alton,Trayvon , Terrence, Stephon,/
Philando, Freddie, Samuel ,Laquan/
Oscar, Michael,Timothy, Keith/
Terrell, Tamir, Eric, Tyree/
Too many names for me to continue to list/
And my name goes next if I don’t wake up from this/

[Hook]
It’s hands up don’t shoot! I’m down on my knees /
Begging for my life I hope the reaper let me be/
Man my momma still at home and she waiting up for me/
Praying to the lord that don’t nothing happen to me/
It’s hands up don’t shoot! I’m down on my knees /
Begging for my life I hope the reaper let me be/
Man my momma still at home and she waiting up for me/
Praying to the lord that don’t nothing happen to me/