song by Trevor Jackson
Colours on the Ground lyrics

Mama's soaked in tears and on her knees
She holds her baby as cops hold tapes around
She keeps on screaming he was just nineteen
The man in blue said: I told him to stay down
That doesn't make it right
Shame on you, shame on you
Better if we'd asked the ones we lost
What they did so wrong?
What they'd say is I held my hand up
But still [?] still I am dying
I just had my hands up, my hoodie on, our gun was drawn
Still they find a way to make us colours on the ground
That's all they wanna see,
I refuse to let us be just another colour on the ground

A child four-years old in the backseat
So much red on daddy's shirt after five pops ring so loud
Too young to understand what it quiet is
Why is that he no longer runs?
If she could ask her father what he did that was wrong
He'd said: Baby, I had my hands up, my trace were locked
My skin was black, so they attacked
Baby, I just had my hands up, my hoodie on, our gun was drawn
Still they find a way to make us colours on the ground
That's all they wanna see,
I refuse to let us be just another colour on the ground

Together we're strong,
I'm sick of them playing these streets and [?]
Well, keep my teen on, [?]
Turning their badge
They try and they try for thousands of years
They can't get rid of us