Jonathan Emile, Kendrick Lamar - Heaven Help Dem lyrics

This song is dedicated to the murderers
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, Heaven Help Dem
See di man dem ‘pon di corner
‘pon cocked ready to draw
When dem face in-front of Jah
God, Heaven Help Dem, Heaven Help Dem

Feast your eyes realize this 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 in a di street 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 telling you the world is lawless
Because we got young knuckleheads power
Tripping with they tools
And who they serving and
Protecting? Brother not you
Not true? Why you think dem call dem babylon?
Cause them just agents of the 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
See di man dem ‘pon di corner
‘pon cocked ready to draw
When dem face in-front of Jah
God, Heaven Help Dem, Heaven Help Dem

They all say the average black
Man only live 'til 25 pac died at 25
How many kids you know dead at 20? Five?
Now that's life
I know 10 that's crumbling 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 an altercation my homie
Got into yesterday or mistaken identity
Him thinking 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’re 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 mamma who just
Lost her by they guns and the justice that
Was there for safety (Mindpeacelove records)
And heaven knows just why they
Had to take his life (Take ‘em home)
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
Makes another man kill
Help the rioters who’s going crazy
In the streets all they’re really
Screaming 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
See di man dem ‘pon di corner
‘pon cocked ready to draw
When dem face in-front of Jah
God, Heaven Help Dem, Heaven Help Dem

Kendrick Lamar, i want to thank you very
Much for doing this song
It’s Jonathan Emile, 514 stand up
Franco Proietti on the alto saxophone
Jonathan Emile on the beat
This goes out to anybody who has been
A victim of abuse of power
Hate, violence it’s time we stand up
Ferguson aye, to the world ahh
Montréal, New York, ayy
Dem killin’ da people dem
Lyin’ to the people all the time ahh
Inna da streets you see a rainbow
We’re marching for our rights