Cassidy - Stand Up (Tribute to Sean Bell) lyrics

Grind House sean Bell, everybody

Get up, stand up, get up
Get up, stand up, get up
Get up, stand up, we gotta
Fight for our rights, huh
Get up, stand up, get up
Get up, stand up, get up
Get up, stand up, we gotta
Fight for our rights, huh
It's crazy, man it's crazy
Man it's crazy, man it's crazy
Get up, stand up, get up
Get up, stand up, get up
Get up man, we gotta stand
Fight for our rights, huh

The boy Sean in heaven cause
He was born in hell to feed his daughter
He husteled like I ain't gon fail
He was an electrician but wasn't doing well
I ain't gon say he sold drugs
But kept going to jail
He wasn't doing right cause
Life wasn't going well
I'm gon tell a story
Ghostwritten by Sean Bell
Detective suppose to protect us
But now dectective shoot us
They ruthless like Michael Oliver
And Detective Cooper
Obama, when you get elected
Please improve the law
Cause they ain't have to shoot 50
Shots and a moving car
Them cops admit that they did
It and still got aquitted
But if we fight our rights
One day we got to get it

Yeah, chea, uh, uh
Niggas in New York like on the cell
Turn to kid got shot named Sean Bell
Damn, another good soldier fell
If he would've did it
He would've got no bail
What's going on? I can't tell
Cops getting away with that murder murder
50 shots right through the car
And they ain't even find out one burner
Cause all they wanna do is meet the quoter
Running up, killing niggas on the corner
Better watch out for they for
They pop up on ya
Cause cops every block hot as a sauna
Another young black casualty
That's the government strategy
In the hood, they harassing me
What happened to Sean can't happen to me
I feel for his moms
(yeah) , I feel for his pops (yeah)
When I heard that verdict
I peeled through the block
Feel his family pain, what a way to die
Just try to keep your sane, it's ok to cry


Listen, look
Now I can't help but think what
If that man was me
What if the rose was different
I was him and he was me
What if he had the chance to
Live out his wildest dreams
What if his 50 shots came directly after me?
What if my son was crying? Police
They keep on lying what if my girl was live
Hurting? Al Sharpton says defying
This shit is crazy, they got our babies
Feels like the world is a prison
We in the case and
There ain't no hope for us
Look at how they hurting us
Dirty cops and politicians
I don't have a soul to trust
Hope is not enough, we need to open up
We need to fight, we need to change
We need to do for us

People come to march
But I come to spark blue
Throw it in your head
They on kill us cause we dark
Now once the police (what up)
A black man is running for president
But still no justice, no peace
Just we in our own hell up in New York City
And I'm thinking what a pity
Every man is Sean Bell
Is a black man a bullseye? Just
A moving target to 'em let it go, reload
We that much of a problem to 'em?
Judge let the cop go
We that much of a problem to 'em?
How your honor ain't got no honor to 'em?
Peace to the family of Bells
I respect how you're strong
May your family be well


Yo, yeah, yeah, get up, stand up
Man, get up, stand up, yeah, no, no
No he didn't come to mourn
Not another mother torn
Not another brother gone, something's wrong
The last thing we need is another song
Man, the proof of lack of leadership like
A truth up in the media
My people in need of a solution
We need some civil disobedience
They stuck glued to they TV screen and
They believe what's on they computer screen
The cops did they job and did it well
That's how the judge views the scene
Skip the jury of their peers
Now the Bell family's eyes is
Blurry with their tears
You feel the fury everywhere
Nothing left than assassintation
Exaggeration of the facts
Fabrications is facinating
The beast is waiting to attack
Gotta face it
If you're black and you're young
It's predetermine that you that
You pack a gun
People shouting black to everyone