One million voices downtown Philadelphia and around city hall  and
The world repeat: No Justice  No Peace
Ebony men falling like black trees in the streets, police bullets cutting
Them down. Thrown into the back of vans and dying on the way to jail
Police with guilty hands walking away free
Seems that the justice system has failed
Stop and frisk various cities are trying, yet men of color keep on dying
Woe is me, I can't see the end of it , what measures will stop the flood
Of human grief from happening, body cameras on our finest in blue
Show positive proof of deadly truth, yet and still public sorrow
Still takes root, somehow in justice I,m still trying to believe
But with one million voices like mine lifted in cities here
In grief toward the skies, I say woe is me