[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/