Chorus:
I don’t know where I’m at
I’m standing at the back
And I’m tired of waiting
Waiting here in line
Hoping that I’ll find
What I been chasing

Verse 1:
They raised the price of dreams
Reality’s hard to digest
Behold the world is freezing cold
For the wicked righteous
Let it rain, let it rain (Need something else here)
But embrace the pain though
The way I see it
Gotta go to storms to get to rainbows
Not just the inner-cities
Cuz none of this is pretty
And Justice isn’t fair
It’s got us all scared
For those, who like me needed
Got on the knees and pleaded
So desperate
Prayed back to back
To both black and white JesusI
Martyrs die in pain
While sinner’s lie in vain
Faith creates them bothj
How do we all maintain? >
If showing love is weakness
We’ve got it misconstrued
If we can’t see our sameness
Then don’t we all lose?
Some people live in silence
Others speak their minds
Some people never even try for fear of what they’ll find
Flying’s learning how to fall and never hit the ground
Even if we disagree
The pain we feel is still profound

Chorus
I shot for the sky
I’m stuck on the ground
So why do I try?
I know I’m going to fall down
I thought I could fly
So why did I drown
I never know why
It’s coming down, down

Verse 2:
I see it all around me
The pain in my surroundings
My soul is tired
See I’ve walked a thousand miles and counting
Trayvon, truly
It’s my duty
Know you’re somewhere listening
To tell the truth inside this booth
And by my own admission
When it first happen
My reaction was pure fear
I grew up with Rodney King
And still remember them years
Can I be honest with you for a second, if I may?
If George was with us in this room?
I’m guessing what he might say
“Trayvon I’m sorry. I was scared and made a grave mistake
The guilt I feel inside my heart, it haunts me when I wake
It haunts me in my dreams. I wake up to your screams
Forced into silence by the guidance of a legal team.”
See, coming together is now
Keeping together is then
Working together is what need
In order for us to win
Love and compassion are necessities
Not opulence
Otherwise he died in vain
And shame is just a consequence

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