Cassidy - Stand Up (Sean Bell Tribute) lyrics

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Grind House

Sean Bell, everybody

Get up, stand up, get up

Get up, stand up, get up

Get up, stand up, we gotta fight for our rights, huh

Get up, stand up, get up

Get up, stand up, get up

Get up, stand up, we gotta fight for our rights, huh

It's crazy, man it's crazy

Man it's crazy, man it's crazy

Get up, stand up, get up

Get up, stand up, get up

Get up man, we gotta stand fight for our rights, huh

The boy Sean in heaven cause he was born in hell

To feed his daughter, he husteled like I ain't gon fail

He was an electrician but wasn't doing well

I ain't gon say he sold drugs but kept going to jail

He wasn't doing right cause life wasn't going well

I'm gon tell a story, ghostwritten by Sean Bell

Detective suppose to protect us, but now dectective shoot us

They ruthless like Michael Oliver and Detective Cooper

Obama, when you get elected, please improve the law

Cause they ain't have to shoot 50 shots and a moving car

Them cops admit that they did it and still got aquitted

But if we fight our rights, one day we got to get it

Yeah, chea, uh, uh

Niggas in New York like on the cell

Turn to kid got shot named Sean Bell

Damn, another good soldier fell

If he would've did it, he would've got no bail

What's going on? I can't tell, cops getting away with that murder murder

50 shots right through the car, and they ain't even find out one burner

Cause all they wanna do is meet the quoter

Running up, killing niggas on the corner

Better watch out for they for they pop up on ya

Cause cops every block hot as a sauna

Another young black casualty

That's the government strategy

In the hood, they harassing me

What happened to Sean can't happen to me

I feel for his moms (yeah), I feel for his pops (yeah)

When I heard that verdict, I peeled through the block

Feel his family pain, what a way to die

Just try to keep your sane, it's ok to cry

Listen, look, now I can't help but think what if that man was me

What if the rose was different, I was him and he was me

What if he had the chance to live out his wildest dreams

What if his 50 shots came directly after me?

What if my son was crying? Police, they keep on lying

What if my girl was live hurting? Al Sharpton says defying

This shit is crazy, they got our babies

Feels like the world is a prison, we in the case and

There ain't no hope for us, look at how they hurting us

Dirty cops and politicians, I don't have a soul to trust

Hope is not enough, we need to open up

We need to fight, we need to change, we need to do for us

People come to march, but I come to spark blue

Throw it in your head, they on kill us cause we dark

Now once the police, (what up), a black man is running for president

But still no justice, no peace

Just we in our own hell up in New York City

And I'm thinking what a pity, every man is Sean Bell

Is a black man a bullseye? Just a moving target to 'em

Let it go, reload, we that much of a problem to 'em?

Judge let the cop go, we that much of a problem to 'em?

How your honor ain't got no honor to 'em?

Peace to the family of Bells

I respect how you're strong, may your family be well

Yo, yeah, yeah, get up, stand up

Man, get up, stand up, yeah, no, no

No he didn't come to mourn, not another mother torn

Not another brother gone, something's wrong, the last thing we need is another song

Man, the proof of lack of leadership like a truth up in the media

My people in need of a solution, we need some civil disobedience

They stuck glued to they TV screen and they believe what's on they computer screen

The cops did they job and did it well, that's how the judge views the scene

Skip the jury of their peers

Now the Bell family's eyes is blurry with their tears, you feel the fury everywhere

Nothing left than assassintation, exaggeration of the facts

Fabrications is facinating, the beast is waiting to attack

Gotta face it, if you're black and you're young

It's predetermine that you that you pack a gun, people shouting black to everyone