The War

Put your hands in the air
Don't worry, I'll put 'em down for ya
Hands in the air
Blam
you got shot

Put your hands in the air
Like you just don't care
Cause the system doesn't care about a crooked *** cop

Put your hands in the air
Don't worry, I'll put 'em down for ya
Hands in the air
Blam
you got shot

Put your hands in the air
Like you just don't care
Cause the system doesn't care about a crooked *** cop





You've got the right to remain silent
What you say can get you killed
You've got the right to an attorney
To watch your grave get filled

You've got the right to speedy trial
Cause he'll finish it up
Judge, jury, executioner
To get you tried in a rush

You've got the right to colored skin
But just the color of rust
Blood spilling in the streets
The color blue you should trust?

You've got the right to be invisible
If they see you they blastin
Enemy at the gates
Because Some feuds everlasting

You've got the right to be white
And stroll at night down the street
But if your black and you try it
Just pray you only get beat

You've got the right to say goodbyes
Before you step out the crib
Take your chances when they're granted
You may not see them again

You got the right to let your pants sag
Your own sense of style
Because a belt ain't gonna help
When it's your skin thats profiled

You've got the right to observe boundaries
Stay on your side of the tracks
Because the investigation's
Only gonna consist of two facts

He was black
A point that's number one
Some say with a bullet

And number two
The phantom gun
He didn't reach for or pull it

So they stole it
The freedoms granted
Constitutional powers

And replaced them
With pine boxes
While family delivers the flowers

To the powers that be
Abusing power that's earned
Quit turning masses to ashes
So families quit filling urns



Put your hands in the air
Don't worry, I'll put 'em down for ya
Hands in the air
Blam
you got shot

Put your hands in the air
Like you just don't care
Cause the system doesn't care about a crooked *** cop

Put your hands in the air
Don't worry, I'll put 'em down for ya
Hands in the air
Blam
you got shot

Put your hands in the air
Like you just don't care
Cause the system doesn't care about a crooked *** cop




Even the wisest among us
Can still get caught in a trap
Click clack
The hunter or the hunted?
Choose right
The ending's a wrap

You could get choked out
Poked out
With lead
It's a fact

Corruption starts from the top
The deck just always seems stacked

There ain't no wild card
In this game
The dealer attacks

You'll be immortalized
In a frame
Adorned with a plaque

I'll lay my bet on the table
That the house holds the odds

They think they're gods
Were mere mortals
They hold thy staffs and thy rods

They stack chips
While your forced
To keep on counting the cards

Life's hard
Fold your hand
Or end up dead or in yards

While the politicians
Insistin'
That They mean you no harm

They're so charming
It's alarming
They'll ship your *** to a farm

Or they'll open fire
At their desire
Strapped or unarmed

Lay you down
A long rest
It's time to raise the alarm

And for what?
They so afraid
Dark faces
Place us in danger
That they protect and serve themselves
Against the race of a stranger?

Truly a ghost face killer
Popping shots at the dark
Shaking in their boots
Their fears
Will slowly drive us apart

So to the powers that be
Abusing power that's earned
Quit turning masses to ashes
So families quit filling urns



Put your hands in the air
Don't worry, I'll put 'em down for ya
Hands in the air
Blam
you got shot

Put your hands in the air
Like you just don't care
Cause the system doesn't care about a crooked *** cop

Put your hands in the air
Don't worry, I'll put 'em down for ya
Hands in the air
Blam
you got shot

Put your hands in the air
Like you just don't care
Cause the system doesn't care about a crooked *** cop




What time is it?
Do you know just where your children are at?
As the minutes tick
They could be lying flat on their backs.

How'd they get there
Who shot ya?
The questions been posed
Time and time again
No question man
The answers exposed

And yet the prose of the pros
Makes them all out to be foes
I suppose
When toe to toe
They must all seem righteous blows

So step back
See each other from a different perspective
**** toe to toe
Go face to face
Lets see some mutual respect live

Lets let kids
Incentives
For compliance to show
Maybe then instead of
Resistance
You'll see prosperity grow

When your treated like an enemy
Yo, The enemy knows
And the enemy
In defense of self
Allows the hatred to flow

Try a different tactic
And treat each other always as equals
Cause A gun and badge
Doesn't equal right
Let em' live for the sequel

I speak
For every voiceless
Body laying to rest
And I think
That if we study
We'll indeed pass this test

So to the powers that be
Abusing power that's earned
Quit turning masses to ashes
So families quit filling urns

Kind of sums of what is going on in America today, at least in the news.