Yakki Divioshi - Hands Up lyrics

[Intro: Yakki Divioshi]] Public Service Announcement It's been a lot of struggle goin' on the past three months Lot of police brutality, I'm just tryna Make a positive movement for the young G's You know what I'm sayn', let me tell you [Hook: Yakki DiviOshi]] What is this world comin' to What is this world comin' to What is this world comin' to What is this world comin' to Don't shoot, Don't shoot, I got my hands up Don't shoot, Don't shoot, I got my hands up I'm just trying (to) make my way home Officer, I am alone Just let me reach for my phone Before situations get wrong [Verse 1: Yakki Divioshi]] It's time for a new resurrection God sent me here on a mission A new bag of Skittles, a new Arizona And Trayvon got k**ed of suspicion I heard "in a couple of years, they thinking 'bout havin' a purge Arrest Eric Garner for sellin' the cigarettes Then he got choked on that curb Y'all 'posed to protect and serve Why y'all keep k**in' my people Tryna make us look so evil Burned down the gas station, Burned down the liquor store Only way it would be equal Make'em feel pain through the music ???? You a'int the savory, AK can't stay with me Cause they not hangin' they shootin' Remember Renisha McBride, broke down in the wrong neighborhood Was lookin' for help in that neighborhood She knocked on the door, he looked through the peep hole He judged her by race, and then off with her face This can't be the land of the free And the home of the brave Malcolm and Martin probably turn(ing) in they grave [Hook] [Verse 2: Yakki Divioshi]] They ask why I'm feelin' so down We just bought a house with a loan They wonder was the struggle really worth all this Condolences go out to Ferguson R.I.P to Mike Brown They're tearing our city down United we stand, divided we fall We got to stand up for America They throwin' tear gas, and let go (of) the dogs It really don't feel like America They treatin' my people like terrorist I want to see what Obama been tellin'em They better not let him go How could they let him go Government code tryna k** us Four hundred years of that slavery It feel like it finna' to come back around We made it through segregation I see that the hate crime is back in town Our people want civilization Until we get it, it a'int no backin' down Look at my city, they feelings down LAPD k**ed Ezell even though he was laying down [Hook]