Why am I being stopped?
What did I do?
Is it because I sag my jeans,
and wear jumpman on my shoe?

Is it because I play loud music,
and your word couldn’t get through,
being stopped for no reason yes that is something new

Why am I being stopped ? I didn’t do a thing.
Is it because I wear heavy gold necklaces,
and watches that bling.

Is it because, my favorite food is chicken wings.
Yes I am Black but what does that mean ?.

Why am I being stopped ?, I didn’t hurt anybody.
I’m tryna make it out,
I have  dreams to be somebody.

I know that sometimes my people can be bad,
But sometimes that’s how it is in the hood
when you’re a man who grew up without a dad.

I recruit my dreams, and attribute, but that all ended when I told you “ Don’t shoot”

I rose my hands above my head.  
I felt a pain and out came lead.
The pain  hit my mother when I was pronounced dead,
and how much pain she felt before she went to bed.

I’ll never forget how long I laid out on the ground.
Police tape everywhere ,
and my people standing around.

Sirens sharpening,
and crowds of people roared,
and there I laid still out on the floor.

The pain my mother felt in her chest,
and the sorrow of my family,
when they  finally  laid me to rest.

I was on the news all day and night.
But that wasn’t over,
cause my people was ready to fight.

When the sun rose above the sky.
My people were out,
they weren't shy.

This was a problem,
and My people weren't going to fly by it.
I call it power,
but the Media called it a riot.

My people were threw in jail for standing up for me.
How powerful we were, Yes i said we.

Til this day,
they’re still ready to fight,
How powerful they are with all their might.

My people weren’t going to let our world change.
Say “Michael Brown” ,
and don’t forget my name.

Now as I fly with the angels above the sky.
I still have a question that’s starts with Why?
Why did I deserve to die ?.Why am I being stopped?

What did I do?
Is it because I sag my jeans,
and wear jumpman on my shoe?

Is it because I play loud music,
and your word couldn’t get through,
being stopped for no reason yes that is something new

Why am I being stopped ? I didn’t do a thing.
Is it because I wear heavy gold necklaces,
and watches that bling.

Is it because, my favorite food is chicken wings.
Yes I am Black but what does that mean ?.

Why am I being stopped ?, I didn’t hurt anybody.
I’m tryna make it out,
I have  dreams to be somebody.

I know that sometimes my people can be bad,
But sometimes that’s how it is in the hood
when you’re a man who grew up without a dad.

I recruit my dreams, and attribute, but that all ended when I told you “ Don’t shoot”

I rose my hands above my head.  
I felt a pain and out came lead.
The pain  hit my mother when I was pronounced dead,
and how much pain she felt before she went to bed.

I’ll never forget how long I laid out on the ground.
Police tape everywhere ,
and my people standing around.

Sirens sharpening,
and crowds of people roared,
and there I laid still out on the floor.

The pain my mother felt in her chest,
and the sorrow of my family,
when they  finally  laid me to rest.

I was on the news all day and night.
But that wasn’t over,
cause my people was ready to fight.

When the sun rose above the sky.
My people were out,
they weren't shy.

This was a problem,
and My people weren't going to fly by it.
I call it power,
but the Media called it a riot.

My people were threw in jail for standing up for me.
How powerful we were, Yes i said we.

Til this day,
they’re still ready to fight,
How powerful they are with all their might.

My people weren’t going to let our world change.
Say “Michael Brown” ,
and don’t forget my name.

Now as I fly with the angels above the sky.
I still have a question that’s starts with Why?
Why did I deserve to die ?.Why am I being stopped?

What did I do?
Is it because I sag my jeans,
and wear jumpman on my shoe?

Is it because I play loud music,
and your word couldn’t get through,
being stopped for no reason yes that is something new

Why am I being stopped ? I didn’t do a thing.
Is it because I wear heavy gold necklaces,
and watches that bling.

Is it because, my favorite food is chicken wings.
Yes I am Black but what does that mean ?.

Why am I being stopped ?, I didn’t hurt anybody.
I’m tryna make it out,
I have  dreams to be somebody.

I know that sometimes my people can be bad,
But sometimes that’s how it is in the hood
when you’re a man who grew up without a dad.

I recruit my dreams, and attribute, but that all ended when I told you “ Don’t shoot”

I rose my hands above my head.  
I felt a pain and out came lead.
The pain  hit my mother when I was pronounced dead,
and how much pain she felt before she went to bed.

I’ll never forget how long I laid out on the ground.
Police tape everywhere ,
and my people standing around.

Sirens sharpening,
and crowds of people roared,
and there I laid still out on the floor.

The pain my mother felt in her chest,
and the sorrow of my family,
when they  finally  laid me to rest.

I was on the news all day and night.
But that wasn’t over,
cause my people was ready to fight.

When the sun rose above the sky.
My people were out,
they weren't shy.

This was a problem,
and My people weren't going to fly by it.
I call it power,
but the Media called it a riot.

My people were threw in jail for standing up for me.
How powerful we were, Yes i said we.

Til this day,
they’re still ready to fight,
How powerful they are with all their might.

My people weren’t going to let our world change.
Say “Michael Brown” ,
and don’t forget my name.

Now as I fly with the angels above the sky.
I still have a question that’s starts with Why?
Why did I deserve to die ?.Why am I being stopped?

What did I do?
Is it because I sag my jeans,
and wear jumpman on my shoe?

Is it because I play loud music,
and your word couldn’t get through,
being stopped for no reason yes that is something new

Why am I being stopped ? I didn’t do a thing.
Is it because I wear heavy gold necklaces,
and watches that bling.

Is it because, my favorite food is chicken wings.
Yes I am Black but what does that mean ?.

Why am I being stopped ?, I didn’t hurt anybody.
I’m tryna make it out,
I have  dreams to be somebody.

I know that sometimes my people can be bad,
But sometimes that’s how it is in the hood
when you’re a man who grew up without a dad.

I recruit my dreams, and attribute, but that all ended when I told you “ Don’t shoot”

I rose my hands above my head.  
I felt a pain and out came lead.
The pain  hit my mother when I was pronounced dead,
and how much pain she felt before she went to bed.

I’ll never forget how long I laid out on the ground.
Police tape everywhere ,
and my people standing around.

Sirens sharpening,
and crowds of people roared,
and there I laid still out on the floor.

The pain my mother felt in her chest,
and the sorrow of my family,
when they  finally  laid me to rest.

I was on the news all day and night.
But that wasn’t over,
cause my people was ready to fight.

When the sun rose above the sky.
My people were out,
they weren't shy.

This was a problem,
and My people weren't going to fly by it.
I call it power,
but the Media called it a riot.

My people were threw in jail for standing up for me.
How powerful we were, Yes i said we.

Til this day,
they’re still ready to fight,
How powerful they are with all their might.

My people weren’t going to let our world change.
Say “Michael Brown” ,
and don’t forget my name.

Now as I fly with the angels above the sky.
I still have a question that’s starts with Why?
Why did I deserve to die ?.Why am I being stopped?

What did I do?
Is it because I sag my jeans,
and wear jumpman on my shoe?

Is it because I play loud music,
and your word couldn’t get through,
being stopped for no reason yes that is something new

Why am I being stopped ? I didn’t do a thing.
Is it because I wear heavy gold necklaces,
and watches that bling.

Is it because, my favorite food is chicken wings.
Yes I am Black but what does that mean ?.

Why am I being stopped ?, I didn’t hurt anybody.
I’m tryna make it out,
I have  dreams to be somebody.

I know that sometimes my people can be bad,
But sometimes that’s how it is in the hood
when you’re a man who grew up without a dad.

I recruit my dreams, and attribute, but that all ended when I told you “ Don’t shoot”

I rose my hands above my head.  
I felt a pain and out came lead.
The pain  hit my mother when I was pronounced dead,
and how much pain she felt before she went to bed.

I’ll never forget how long I laid out on the ground.
Police tape everywhere ,
and my people standing around.

Sirens sharpening,
and crowds of people roared,
and there I laid still out on the floor.

The pain my mother felt in her chest,
and the sorrow of my family,
when they  finally  laid me to rest.

I was on the news all day and night.
But that wasn’t over,
cause my people was ready to fight.

When the sun rose above the sky.
My people were out,
they weren't shy.

This was a problem,
and My people weren't going to fly by it.
I call it power,
but the Media called it a riot.

My people were threw in jail for standing up for me.
How powerful we were, Yes i said we.

Til this day,
they’re still ready to fight,
How powerful they are with all their might.

My people weren’t going to let our world change.
Say “Michael Brown” ,
and don’t forget my name.

Now as I fly with the angels above the sky.
I still have a question that’s starts with Why?
Why did I deserve to die ?.