Heaven Help Dem Lyrics By Jonathan Emile
This one is dedicated to the murderers of Fredy Villanueva, Mike Brown, Trayvon Martin
Eric Garner, and too many others to name
May God judge you accordingly
Good luck with that one
You see, the beast starts sprayin', that's what I'm sayin', dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven help dem
Kendrick Lamar on the track
Heaven help dem
Shout out to Emile, what's happenin', homie?
Heaven help dem
We marchin' in the streets right now, yeah
Heaven help dem
See di man dem pon di corner, gun cocked, ready to draw
When dem face in front of Jah, God
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Yeah, it's Jonathan Emile, weak, yeah
Feast your eyes, realize as one that the police are just people with guns
I mean people with funds and guns given the power of blood
To lick a shot inna di streets and get your people to run, son
And when a cop dies, we all mortified
But when a cop kills, he don't need no alibi
I'm not sayin' that they should be flawless
I'm tellin' you the world is lawless, because we got
Young knuckleheads power trippin' with they tools
And who they servin' and protectin'? Brother, not you, not true?
Why you think dem call dem Babylon?
'Cause them just agents of a system
Twist one up, get your fist up in the air
Diallo, Bell, and Villanueva, I say a prayer
I wonder, do they include all the police murders
When they go and calculate the murder rate each year?
You see, the beast starts sprayin', that's what I'm sayin', dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
See di man dem pon di corner, gun cocked, ready to draw
When dem face in front of Jah, God
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
It's Kendrick Lamar, from Compton to Montreal
They all say the average Black man only live till twenty-five
'Pac died at twenty-five
How many kids you know dead at twenty? Five?
Now that's life, I know ten that's crumblin' in coffins
Dead as a doorknob
Fresh out of high school and couldn't find no job, went straight to the grave
It's crazy how the grim reaper in love with such tender age
I think about it as I gaze upon my ceiling
He woke up, brushed his teeth, then jumped in the shower
Stared at the mirror after he dried his face with a towel and said
"This can be the day I might pass away
From a altercation my homie got into yesterday
Or mistaken identity, him thinkin' I was his enemy
When I never seen him a day in my life"
This is life for a young Black man with his future and his burner in his hand
While you on your grind, keep this in mind, we say
Heaven help the man who takes another man's life
Heaven help the man who makes the other man fight
Heaven help the man who fears the other man because he got a tan or he Black or he white
That's Jonathan Emile, by the way
Heaven help the mama who just lost her baby by the guns and the justice that was there for safety
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And Heaven knows just why they had to take his life
Kendrick Lamar, take 'em home, uh
And people are angry, and people want answers
He wasn't a nuisance, he wasn't a gangster
They want justice in these streets, but there seems to be no justice for police and so
Heaven help the man who crush another man will
Heaven help the man who make another man kill
Help the rioters who is goin' crazy, in the streets, all they're really screamin' out is, "Save me"
You see, the beast starts sprayin', that's what I'm sayin', dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
See di man dem pon di corner, gun cocked, ready to draw
Kendrick Lamar, I want to thank you very much for doing this song with me
When dem face in front of Jah, God
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
It's Jonathan Emile, 514, stand up
You see, the beast starts sprayin', that's what I'm sayin', dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
See di man dem pon di corner, gun cocked, ready to draw
Franco Proietti on the alto saxophone
When dem face in front of Jah, God
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Jonathan Emile on the beat
You see, the beast starts sprayin', that's what I'm sayin', dem not playin'
This goes out to anybody who was ever a victim of abuse of power
Lord, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
Hate
See di man dem pon di corner, gun cocked, ready to draw
Violence
When dem face in front of Jah, God
Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
It's time to stand up
Heaven help dem
Ferguson, aye, to the world, ah
Montreal, New York, aye
Dem killin' da people, dem
Lyin' to the people all the time, ah
Inna da streets, you see a rainbow
We're marchin' for our rights, woo
