Evil - CANON

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Growing up, I could never trust a cop for my own good

Black and blue was just another gang in my neighborhood

You got good guys and got bad guys on the same field, my people still trying to

find acceptance with the same ones that’ll hate them and that’s evil

I woke up been feeling like Moses

Why do people still believe that they own us?

Just because my family woke up in Egypt, doesn’t mean I belong where they

wronged us

I am a black man, I got a real wife, I got a real life, I got a family

You ain’t listen when we sat and we kneeled

Collin Kaepernick, we going to plan B

Why you gotta go and reaffirm the way I feel while being around cops?

Yeah, now an officer wants to see us dead, 'cuz yo daddy said I was the opp

I’m sick and tired, you keep claiming it’s ignorance, tell me: «Canon how we pose to be different?»

I shouldn’t know more about your history and how they’ve treated us because of

my pigment?

Hear you saying: «Get the facts, all facts, get the whole truth,

show some respect»

You concerned with a statement from officers that would kill a man,

his knee on his neck

Now we on one, forget it I been on it, time to organize what you gone do to me

Flip over tables and chairs, incinerate it, but don’t burn down your own

community

Tired of the same old system

Tired of the same old victims

Tired of the same old Christians talking

You ain’t even listening

Look, if he can’t breathe, then we can’t breathe: that’s a culture

How you scared to fend for you life with guns out the holster?

Niggas is tired of murder, yeah, I said it, niggas tired of the same verdict

I’m so sick and tired of giving them verses, I’m so sick and tired of nothing

working

Don’t stop and frisk before you stop to witness, that’s a real person

Now them bullets flying and somebody dying, and it wasn’t worth it

Every part of my body inside of me, feeling ready to go riot and ride

But my family is all I that got

Should I cock it back or keep it inside?

Why should worry about what you don’t understand?

My people, I stand with the pain

Tell me: how am I suppose to be fine when it’s black people dying again and

again?

No, don’t call me

No, don’t text me

I don’t want empathy

Don’t try to check me

You do not get to tell me how to feel

When, all reality, you do not respect me

I got love for the right ones and wrong ones, only God can judge you

These ain’t the old times, my people tired, so it’s hard to tell you what they

won’t do, yeah

Growing up, I could never trust a cop for my own good

Black and blue was just another gang in my neighborhood

You got good guys and got bad guys on the same field, my people still trying to

find acceptance with the same ones that’ll hate them and that’s evil

That’s evil, I cannot breathe, yeah

Can’t tell me that ain’t evil

That’s evil, I cannot breathe

Tell me that ain’t evil

That’s evil, I cannot breathe, yeah

Can’t tell me that ain’t evil

That’s evil, I cannot breathe

Tell me that ain’t evil

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot

Hands up, don’t shoot