Kendrick Lamar - Heaven Help Dem lyrics

[Intro] This song is dedicated to the murderers… May god judge you accordingly. Good luck with that one… [Hook: Jonathan Emile] You see the beast starts sprayin' That's what I'm sayin' Dem not playin' Lord, Heaven Help Dem, Heaven Help Dem See di man dem ‘pon di corner ‘pon co*ked ready to draw When dem face in-front of Jah God, Heaven Help Dem, Heaven Help Dem [Verse 1: Jonathan Emile] Feast your eyes realize this one That the police are just people with guns I mean people with funds and guns given the power of blood To lick-a-shot in a di street and get your people to run — son And when a cop dies, we all mortified But when a cop k**s he don't need no alibi I'm not sayin' that they should be flawless I'm telling you the world is lawless Because we got young knuckleheads power tripping with they tools And who they serving and protecting? Brother not you… Not true? Why you think dem call dem babylon? Cause them just agents of the system Twist one up get your fist up in the air Diallo, Bell, and Villanueva I say a prayer I wonder do they include all the police murders when they go and calculate the murder rate each year? [Hook] [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] They all say the average black man only live 'til 25 Pac died at 25 How many kids you know dead at 20? Five? Now that's life, I know 10 that's crumbling in coffins Dead as a doorknob Fresh out of high-school and couldn't find no job Went straight to the grave It's crazy how the grim reaper in love with such tender age I think about it as I gaze upon my ceiling He woke up brushed his teeth then jumped in the shower Stared at the mirror after he dried his face with a towel And said, "This can be the day I might pa** away From an altercation my homie got into yesterday Or mistaken identity, him thinking I was his enemy When I never seen him a day in my life" This is life for a young black man With his future and his burner in his hand While you're on your grind, keep this mind We say… [Bridge: Jonathan Emile & (Kendrick Lamar)] Heaven help the man who takes another man's life Heaven help the man who makes the other man fight Heaven help the man who fears the other man because he got a tan or he black or he white (That's Jonathan Emile by the way) Heaven help the mamma who just lost her by they guns and the justice that was there for safety (Mindpeacelove records) And heaven knows just why they had to take his life (Take ‘em home) And people are angry and people want answers He wasn't a nuisance he wasn't a gangster They want justice in these streets but there seems to be no justice for police and so Heaven help the man who crush another man will Heaven help the man who makes another man k** Help the rioters who's going crazy In the streets all they're really screaming out is save me [Hook] [Outro] Kendrick Lamar, I want to thank you very much for doing this song It's Jonathan Emile, 514 stand up Franco Proietti on the alto saxophone Jonathan Emile on the beat This goes out to anybody who has been a victim of abuse of power Hate, violence. It's time we stand up Ferguson aye, to the world. Ahh.. Montréal, New York, ayy Dem k**in' da people dem Lyin' to the people all the time. Ahh.. Inna da streets you see a rainbow We're marching for our rights