In city after city, we march with our hands up. Our hands are up not just to symbolize how the police unjustly shoot and kill us by putting bullets in our back. Our hands are up because we need God to act. God lady justice may be blind we need You to open up the world's eyes. So God our hands are up reaching to the sky. With our hands up we pray that you can change the evil that lives in men's hearts. God our hands up praying you can bring this world together who is right now so far apart. We know you are the only being that can make racism stop. That's why we march with our hands up.
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