Memphis Jackson and Nashville! Show of hands if you lost somebody. Show of hands if the streets took somebody. Blue lights flashing, sirens singing, Another night, another family grieving. This ain’t entertainment. This ain’t a movie. This is real life. Show of hands, who got scars they don’t talk about? Who watched love turn to fallout? Who heard shots and hit the floor? Who learned too young what violence costs? Mama at the window praying for a sign, Another name on the wall, another family crying. Everybody tough when they’re typing online, Till the courtroom doors and the truth collide. Pride turn brothers into enemies quick, One bad choice and your whole life split. You can call it savage, you can call it war, But the streets don’t love you when you’re bleeding on the floor. Put your hands up if you’re tired of the violence. Put your hands up if you’re tired of the silence. Put your hands up if the pain still got you. Put your hands up if you’re still here. SHOW OF HANDS! Who still standing when the whole block shaking? SHOW OF HANDS! Who still fighting when their soul damn breaking? SHOW OF HANDS! Who lost blood to a war they ain’t creating? SHOW OF HANDS! Who wants peace but the streets keep escalating? Hands up! Hands up! Let the whole city see it. Hands up! Hands up! If you’re still here, don’t conceal it. This ain’t glory. This ain’t power. Violence takes everything Then leaves you with the ashes. Another name on the news tonight, Another candle burning in the streetlight. Another mother screaming, Another father numb, Another little kid asking, “Why ain’t he coming home?” Everybody got opinions from behind a screen, Till the victim got a face and the victim got a family. You wanted respect, but fear ain’t respect. You wanted revenge, now you’re living with regret. The streets don’t love you. They’ll use you, then forget you. Put your name in a headline, Then replace you with the next fool. They use and manipulate their way For gods sake they kill each That’s the coldest part, You thought you made history, But tomorrow somebody scrolling Won’t remember your misery. So break the pattern. Be the one who walks away. Be the one who chooses life When anger says to stay. Real strength ain’t screaming. Real strength ain’t fear. It’s having every reason to disappear And still standing here. SHOW OF HANDS! Who still standing when the whole block shaking? SHOW OF HANDS! Who still fighting when their soul damn breaking? SHOW OF HANDS! Who lost blood to a war they ain’t creating? SHOW OF HANDS! Who wants peace but the streets keep escalating? Hands up! Hands up! For the ones still breathing. Hands up! Hands up! For the ones still dreaming. MEMPHIS! JACKSON! NASHVILLE! Can you hear me? Turn the bass up. Let the truth hit harder You ain’t gotta prove you’re dangerous to be respected. You ain’t gotta hurt somebody because you feel neglected. Every scar ain’t your identity. Every enemy don’t deserve your energy. I’ve seen enough pain To know pain ain’t a crown. If we’re gonna raise our hands, Raise ’em to bring somebody up, Not drag somebody down. They got soul. They all got pain. All got people trying to break that chain. Don’t confuse the darkness For the identity of the city. A city ain’t its violence. A city is its people. So hear every mother. Hear every child. Hear every empty seat. Hear every siren. Hear every prayer. We survived something. We don’t have to become The thing that tried to break us. SHOW OF HANDS! If you want tomorrow! SHOW OF HANDS! If you’re tired of sorrow! SHOW OF HANDS! If you refuse to become What tried to destroy you! SHOW OF HANDS! MEMPHIS! JACKSON! NASHVILLE! COME ON! CAN YOU HEAR ME? SHOW OF HANDS! For the mothers still waiting at the window! SHOW OF HANDS! For the fathers hiding pain they don’t show! SHOW OF HANDS! For the kids growing up way too cold! SHOW OF HANDS! We survived what was supposed to divide us! HANDS UP! This city still breathing! HANDS UP! This city still dreaming! HANDS UP! Don’t let the darkness define us! HANDS UP! We survived what was supposed to divide us! Show of hands… If you’re still here. Show of hands… If you refuse to become the monster that hurt you. No more confusing fear with respect. No more graves for somebody else’s pride. Memphis… Raise your hands. Jackson… Not for war. Nashville… Not for violence. We’re all here… For the ones still here. BlackBandit.
