HIP HOP / RAP
Hands to the Heavens,
no man, no weapon
Formed against,
yes glory is destined
Every day women and men
become legends
Sins that go against our skin
become blessings
The movement is a rhythm to us
Freedom is like religion to us
Justice is juxtapositionin' us
Justice for all
just ain't specific enough
One son died,
his spirit is revisitin' us
Truant livin' livin' in us,
resistance is us
That's why Rosa sat on the bus
That's why we walk
through Ferguson with our hands up
When it go down
we woman and man up
They say, "Stay down,"
and we stand up
Shots, we on the ground,
the camera panned up
King pointed to the mountain top
and we ran up
no man, no weapon
Formed against,
yes glory is destined
Every day women and men
become legends
Sins that go against our skin
become blessings
The movement is a rhythm to us
Freedom is like religion to us
Justice is juxtapositionin' us
Justice for all
just ain't specific enough
One son died,
his spirit is revisitin' us
Truant livin' livin' in us,
resistance is us
That's why Rosa sat on the bus
That's why we walk
through Ferguson with our hands up
When it go down
we woman and man up
They say, "Stay down,"
and we stand up
Shots, we on the ground,
the camera panned up
King pointed to the mountain top
and we ran up