[Verse 1]
Left hands hold the leashes, and the right hands hold the torches
And Grandpas holding shotguns swing on porch swings hung on porches
And the Grandmas in their gardens plant more seeds to cut their losses
And the poachers with the pooches and the nooses preheat crosses
And the pooches see the Grandpas and they bare their teeth and growl
While their owners turn their noses up like they smell something foul
And they fumble with their crosses and they start to mumble curses
And they plot ways to get Grandpas off of porches into hearses
But the Grandpas on the porches are just scarecrows holding toys
And the Grandmas in the gardens are papier-mâché decoys
While the real Grandmas and Grandpas are with all the girls and boys
Marching downtown to the City Hall to make a lot of noise saying:
[Chorus]
"Hands up Don't shoot I can't breathe
Black lives matter, no justice no peace
I know that we can overcome because I had a dream
A dream we tore this racist broken system apart at the seams"
[Verse 2]
Sometimes it seams like we've reached the end of the road
We've seen cops and judges sleep together wearing long white robes
And they put their white hoods up, try to take the black hoods down
And they don't plan on stopping till we're all in the ground
Till we're dead in the ground or we're incarcerated
'Cause prison's a big business form of enslavement
Plantations that profit on black folks in cages
They'll break our backs and keep the wages
It's outrageous that there's no place we can feel safe in this nation
Not in our cars Not at the park Not in subway stations
Not at church The pool The store Not asking for help
Not walking down the street, so we've gotta scream and yell:
Left hands hold the leashes, and the right hands hold the torches
And Grandpas holding shotguns swing on porch swings hung on porches
And the Grandmas in their gardens plant more seeds to cut their losses
And the poachers with the pooches and the nooses preheat crosses
And the pooches see the Grandpas and they bare their teeth and growl
While their owners turn their noses up like they smell something foul
And they fumble with their crosses and they start to mumble curses
And they plot ways to get Grandpas off of porches into hearses
But the Grandpas on the porches are just scarecrows holding toys
And the Grandmas in the gardens are papier-mâché decoys
While the real Grandmas and Grandpas are with all the girls and boys
Marching downtown to the City Hall to make a lot of noise saying:
[Chorus]
"Hands up Don't shoot I can't breathe
Black lives matter, no justice no peace
I know that we can overcome because I had a dream
A dream we tore this racist broken system apart at the seams"
[Verse 2]
Sometimes it seams like we've reached the end of the road
We've seen cops and judges sleep together wearing long white robes
And they put their white hoods up, try to take the black hoods down
And they don't plan on stopping till we're all in the ground
Till we're dead in the ground or we're incarcerated
'Cause prison's a big business form of enslavement
Plantations that profit on black folks in cages
They'll break our backs and keep the wages
It's outrageous that there's no place we can feel safe in this nation
Not in our cars Not at the park Not in subway stations
Not at church The pool The store Not asking for help
Not walking down the street, so we've gotta scream and yell:
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