Styles P - Stand Up (Tribute to Sean Bell) lyrics

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Styles P - Stand Up (Tribute to Sean Bell) lyrics

Grind House Sean Bell, everybody [Chorus: Swizz Beatz] Get up, stand up, get up Get up, stand up, get up Get up, stand up, we gotta fight for our rights, huh Get up, stand up, get up Get up, stand up, get up Get up, stand up, we gotta fight for our rights, huh It's crazy, man it's crazy Man it's crazy, man it's crazy Get up, stand up, get up Get up, stand up, get up Get up man, we gotta stand fight for our rights, huh [Ca**idy] The boy Sean in heaven cause he was born in hell To feed his daughter, he husteled like I ain't gon fail He was an electrician but wasn't doing well I ain't gon say he sold d** but kept going to jail He wasn't doing right cause life wasn't going well I'm gon tell a story, ghostwritten by Sean Bell Detective suppose to protect us, but now dectective shoot us They ruthless like Michael Oliver and Detective Cooper Obama, when you get elected, please improve the law Cause they ain't have to shoot 50 shots and a moving car Them cops admit that they did it and still got aquitted But if we fight our rights, one day we got to get it [Chorus] [Drag-On] Yeah, chea, uh, uh n***as in New York like on the cell Turn to kid got shot named Sean Bell Damn, another good soldier fell If he would've did it, he would've got no bail What's going on? I can't tell, cops getting away with that murder murder 50 shots right through the car, and they ain't even find out one burner Cause all they wanna do is meet the quoter Running up, k**ing n***as on the corner Better watch out for they for they pop up on ya Cause cops every block hot as a sauna Another young black casualty That's the government strategy In the hood, they hara**ing me What happened to Sean can't happen to me I feel for his moms (yeah), I feel for his pops (yeah) When I heard that verdict, I peeled through the block Feel his family pain, what a way to die Just try to keep your sane, it's ok to cry [Chorus] [Maino] Listen, look, now I can't help but think what if that man was me What if the rose was different, I was him and he was me What if he had the chance to live out his wildest dreams What if his 50 shots came directly after me? What if my son was crying? Police, they keep on lying What if my girl was live hurting? Al Sharpton says defying This sh** is crazy, they got our babies Feels like the world is a prison, we in the case and There ain't no hope for us, look at how they hurting us Dirty cops and politicians, I don't have a soul to trust Hope is not enough, we need to open up We need to fight, we need to change, we need to do for us [Chorus] [Styles P.] People come to march, but I come to spark blue Throw it in your head, they on k** us cause we dark Now once the police, (what up), a black man is running for president But still no justice, no peace Just we in our own hell up in New York City And I'm thinking what a pity, every man is Sean Bell Is a black man a bullseye? Just a moving target to 'em Let it go, reload, we that much of a problem to 'em? Judge let the cop go, we that much of a problem to 'em? How your honor ain't got no honor to 'em? Peace to the family of Bells I respect how you're strong, may your family be well [Chorus] [Talib Kweli] Yo, yeah, yeah, get up, stand up Man, get up, stand up, yeah, no, no No he didn't come to mourn, not another mother torn Not another brother gone, something's wrong, the last thing we need is another song Man, the proof of lack of leadership like a truth up in the media My people in need of a solution, we need some civil disobedience They stuck glued to they TV screen and they believe what's on they computer screen The cops did they job and did it well, that's how the judge views the scene Skip the jury of their peers Now the Bell family's eyes is blurry with their tears, you feel the fury everywhere Nothing left than a**a**intation, exaggeration of the facts Fabrications is facinating, the beast is waiting to attack Gotta face it, if you're black and you're young It's predetermine that you that you pack a gun, people shouting black to everyone [Chorus]