Trevor Jackson - Colours on the Ground lyrics

Mama's soaked in tears and on her knees She holds her baby as cops hold tapes around She keeps on screaming he was just nineteen The man in blue said: I told him to stay down That doesn't make it right Shame on you, shame on you Better if we'd asked the ones we lost What they did so wrong? What they'd say is I held my hand up But still [?] still I am dying I just had my hands up, my hoodie on, our gun was drawn Still they find a way to make us colours on the ground That's all they wanna see, I refuse to let us be just another colour on the ground A child four-years old in the backseat So much red on daddy's shirt after five pops ring so loud Too young to understand what it quiet is Why is that he no longer runs? If she could ask her father what he did that was wrong He'd said: Baby, I had my hands up, my trace were locked My skin was black, so they attacked Baby, I just had my hands up, my hoodie on, our gun was drawn Still they find a way to make us colours on the ground That's all they wanna see, I refuse to let us be just another colour on the ground Together we're strong, I'm sick of them playing these streets and [?] Well, keep my teen on, [?] Turning their badge They try and they try for thousands of years They can't get rid of us