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Kendrick Lamar - Heaven Help Dem Lyrics

[Intro: 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

[Chorus: Jonathan Emile & Kendrick Lamar]
You see, the beast starts sprayin', that's what I'm sayin', dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem
(Kendrick Lamar on the track, Shout out to Emile, what's happenin', homie?)
(We marchin' in the streets right now, yeah)
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 (Yeah, it's Jonathan Emile, weak, yeah)

[Verse 1: Jonathan Emile]
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 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 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?
[Chorus: Jonathan Emile & Kendrick Lamar]
You see, the beast starts sprayin', that's what I'm sayin', dem not playin'
Lord, Heaven help dem, Heaven help dem (Yeah, yeah)
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 (It's Kendrick Lamar, from Compton to Montreal)

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
They all say the average Black man only live 'til 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 an 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
[Verse 3: Jonathan Emile & Kendrick Lamar]
Heaven help the man who takes another man's life (Yeah)
Heaven help the man who makes the other man fight (Yeah)
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 (MindPeaceLove Records)
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"

[Chorus: Jonathan Emile]
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, 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 (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
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 (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 (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 (It's time to stand up), Heaven help dem
[Outro: Jonathan Emile]
Ferguson (Ayy), to the world (Ah)
Montreal, New York (Ayy)
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)