Grow Up - Gilroy/Please Lyrics

That's the sounds of the screams
That's the sound of the beams
That's the sound of police
What the f*ck does this mean
The clock doesn't stop
And I'm tired of hearin' bout news about shootings that's happened this year
What is your motive, you're loco-motive
Your hate to the world had clearly been showin'
The f*ck is your deal
The f*ck is your deal
Are you proud of the kills & the babies that squeals
Are you proud of your mission does this clear your vision
The f*ck is yo problem with this types decisions
Man, the world is in shambles
The world is in shambles
Black people still feel like they in they shackles
Hispanics work harder than anyone else
F*ck do you think you can deport they wealth
As asians we have to start giving a f*ck
Thinkin' bout this it's a pain to discuss
So f*ck deportation
Impeach this Satan
We have to act now that's just all that I'm saying
That's the sounds of the screams
That's the sound of the beams
That's the sound of police
What the f*ck does this mean
Tell me, how can you see only by the shell
When you hear the anti-church bells
Stopped by the gas pump when I see a man that approach me
I thought he was gonna pull a fast jump
My nerves went idle this man didn't look like America's idol
More like America's outcome
But in come the tears from him telling me he needed to be somewhere
He needs a ride to the bart station, his family neglects him
His friends don't respect him
Pay-day forgot the checks and
I honestly didn't know what to say
I was already late to meet up with my friends
Because we had plans at the food fair
Plus, is it fair that I give him a ride & abide to his favor
He told me he stuck some needles in his arm
But for my safety, I'm worried that he might be armed
Scenarios ran through my head like Usain Bolt
How can I trust this man, if i get harmed it would be all my fault
But with one simple word, I detected his authenticity
The Holy Trinity called out for me when he said, "please"
His face pitched a tent in my mind with raindrops still pouring from his eyes
So I gave him a ride
The man rested in the backseat
And I felt like God's Uber driver
Finally we arrive & I never felt so alive
He never felt so alive
He told me "you didnt have to do that"
I told him "sometimes we all have to do that"
I asked for his name & I told him mine
Important of identity keep that mind
Mind full of judgement but never mindful
Keep the love in the world, stop being hateful