Shackles

Run with me
The shackles are off my feet
I'm about to cross this sea no more
Shackles
Run with me
The shackles are off my feet
I'm about to cross this sea no more
Shackles

My hands are in the air but should I die or should I run
I'm looking in his eyes his hands they shake he holds gun
They said that I'm a car thief I'm a father with a son
I look around there's 20 more guns man I'm done
Lord why do they treat us like we monkeys in a cage
I been out here grinding for your kingdom everyday
This the 7th time they pulled me over in a month
I asked them why they say it's protocol
But we all know it's cause I look suspicious
Fit the description Listen they said
If didn't want to get pulled over stop dressing like a killer
Like a thug like a what! I'm a minister living the good life
And giving back to the hood
But you can't see the good right?
This the racism that's hidden deep in the system
And the hate that you give
Will comeback visiting your children

Run with me
The shackles are off my feet
I'm about to cross this sea no more
Shackles
Run with me
The shackles are off my feet
I'm about to cross this sea no more
Shackles