Hands Up

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48076
United States
42° 29' 55.2192" N, 83° 14' 23.6184" W

Hands up 

Don't shoot

Hands up

Don't shoot

My fallen brothers my lost sistas

I'm praying gods with ya

All we wanted was to be free

To have civilized rights you and me

All we wanted was to be treated human

A spoiled apple in the bunch and now the whole is ruined

He had his hands up

She had her hands up 

and you shot               you shot

and you shot               you shot

You've made a grave mistake and there's no going back

Don't be shocked at how the people react

You may get away now but you will have to face god when the times due

You alienate us,steryotype us,steal us, treat us 3/5ths of such

My fallen brothers and lost sistas

I'm praying god is with ya

All wwe wanted was to be free

To have civilized rights youand me

All we wanted was to be human

Treated fairly

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