Jon Corbin Envisioning a street named after Mr. Arbery After Ms. Taylor they’re finally changing the policy Will a Mr. Floyd face on the wall possibly Convince you that he was God's Property Man, your clap back is a backtrack We standing as humans you say we half that Now dignity is dignity, humanity humanity And I am indignant that you think dignity is insanity Man, the statement you fight, the way it ignites Our division, you’re insisting I’m the one that incites But I’m the one with the Christ who stands with the ostracized Weeping for the people who feel fear every night God hears their prayers like 5G telephone Charge His hands to ensure they ain’t left alone Feet on the street, unrest is the stepping stone Somebody pass me a pen, pad and a megaphone Orijin We shout "our lives matter", even though that's a bare minimum It’s for the black child whose parents are scared sending him to second grade Knowing that if he acts up Teacher might just call the cops and claim she needs back up To get this young thug under control Teach ‘em early that compliance is the ultimate goal Never question the function of his behaviour, what it’s like to be labeled Or the damage that it does to his soul Now that’s the world that he knows All reprimand and no representation No justice, we just hear justifications So he adapts, makes 'em clap when he raps and he jumps high But that love disappears under gunfire Tongues tied when they see us kneeling for anthems We're tearing down the structures taking freedom for ransom Yo it’s way bigger -- different day, the same triggers We fighting for our lives, y'all fighting to say n*** Es In the streets they amplify like a soundwave Mobilized the message with voices as they pound the pave- Meant to demoralize the ones filling the crowd with rage Frustrated they got the nerve to tell me how to behave The pain that's felt is not supposed to be convenient Forgive me if seeking justice is seen as disobedience Humans demeaning others in the name of colours We supposed to be sisters and brothers just from different mothers Sick of picket signs protesting treatment that don't fit the crime Systemically designed for brown people to get in line Supremacists threatened by the ever changing landscape Face of the nation changes by equity mandates All lives would matter if they actually mattered All lives can't possibly matter if you exclude the black ones ….Or the brown ones, we need to find ways To amplify our voices louder in the streets than with a sign wave Anthony Sawyers When I’m going shopping they think I’m a bad kid That’s why Momma always told me go pick up a basket So now I’m innocent and less suspicious I ain’t a menace, they want me to take these plea deals and this lesser sentence Like my crime is young black from Britain They fear for they life cuz he raps with conviction I’ma sit inside this sit-in Cuz my grandma couldn’t sit in the front My family tree only go back a couple of gens And they asking, where I was and when Where I got the whip and how I know my friends Here we go again, defending my blackness To be treated like an human is all that I’m asking Walking home hoodie down so I don’t fit the description But they still pull me over cuz I’m fitting their vision One false move I’ll be daily departed And this is my life before the video started Creo Maybe i’m too black or maybe I’m too loud Maybe they just mad at the fact I’m too proud They want me pulling it back a little to pipe down I promise I ain’t made that way so find out Yo, look… I feel Hampton in my pen, I been pacing once again – wait How’s it rehabilitating slavin’ all the inmates Fighting forest fires 100 plus degrees Can’t vote when they get out so tell me how is they free Think that light in the tunnel might be a train or a bus Full of coppers who ready to spend they government funds Tell me this and really really make it clear How’s all people equal when laws are from overseers… overseers Yo officer officer officer officer wait Can I make it home safe or you having a bad day? I got nothin in the fit, all my papers legit No my chain ain’t from bricks, bro i’m just tryna live

Jon Corbin Envisioning a street named after Mr. Arbery After Ms. Taylor they’re finally changing the policy Will a Mr. Floyd face on the wall possibly Convince you that he was God's Property Man, your clap back is a backtrack We standing as humans you say we half that Now dignity is dignity, humanity humanity And I am indignant that you think dignity is insanity Man, the statement you fight, the way it ignites Our division, you’re insisting I’m the one that incites But I’m the one with the Christ who stands with the ostracized Weeping for the people who feel fear every night God hears their prayers like 5G telephone Charge His hands to ensure they ain’t left alone Feet on the street, unrest is the stepping stone Somebody pass me a pen, pad and a megaphone Orijin We shout "our lives matter", even though that's a bare minimum It’s for the black child whose parents are scared sending him to second grade Knowing that if he acts up Teacher might just call the cops and claim she needs back up To get this young thug under control Teach ‘em early that compliance is the ultimate goal Never question the function of his behaviour, what it’s like to be labeled Or the damage that it does to his soul Now that’s the world that he knows All reprimand and no representation No justice, we just hear justifications So he adapts, makes 'em clap when he raps and he jumps high But that love disappears under gunfire Tongues tied when they see us kneeling for anthems We're tearing down the structures taking freedom for ransom Yo it’s way bigger -- different day, the same triggers We fighting for our lives, y'all fighting to say n*** Es In the streets they amplify like a soundwave Mobilized the message with voices as they pound the pave- Meant to demoralize the ones filling the crowd with rage Frustrated they got the nerve to tell me how to behave The pain that's felt is not supposed to be convenient Forgive me if seeking justice is seen as disobedience Humans demeaning others in the name of colours We supposed to be sisters and brothers just from different mothers Sick of picket signs protesting treatment that don't fit the crime Systemically designed for brown people to get in line Supremacists threatened by the ever changing landscape Face of the nation changes by equity mandates All lives would matter if they actually mattered All lives can't possibly matter if you exclude the black ones ….Or the brown ones, we need to find ways To amplify our voices louder in the streets than with a sign wave Anthony Sawyers When I’m going shopping they think I’m a bad kid That’s why Momma always told me go pick up a basket So now I’m innocent and less suspicious I ain’t a menace, they want me to take these plea deals and this lesser sentence Like my crime is young black from Britain They fear for they life cuz he raps with conviction I’ma sit inside this sit-in Cuz my grandma couldn’t sit in the front My family tree only go back a couple of gens And they asking, where I was and when Where I got the whip and how I know my friends Here we go again, defending my blackness To be treated like an human is all that I’m asking Walking home hoodie down so I don’t fit the description But they still pull me over cuz I’m fitting their vision One false move I’ll be daily departed And this is my life before the video started Creo Maybe i’m too black or maybe I’m too loud Maybe they just mad at the fact I’m too proud They want me pulling it back a little to pipe down I promise I ain’t made that way so find out Yo, look… I feel Hampton in my pen, I been pacing once again – wait How’s it rehabilitating slavin’ all the inmates Fighting forest fires 100 plus degrees Can’t vote when they get out so tell me how is they free Think that light in the tunnel might be a train or a bus Full of coppers who ready to spend they government funds Tell me this and really really make it clear How’s all people equal when laws are from overseers… overseers Yo officer officer officer officer wait Can I make it home safe or you having a bad day? I got nothin in the fit, all my papers legit No my chain ain’t from bricks, bro i’m just tryna live