From Syria to Los Angeles, and London to New York City, millions of people around the world have chanted in full voice that, "Black Lives Matter." Now is not the time for "thoughts and prayers." It's time for REAL action by using protests, prominent platforms, and the voting booth as instruments for change.
Rock The Bells founder and CEO, LL COOL J, has never shied away from discussing police-related injustices in his music. In 1990, he released "Illegal Search" which chronicled an unwillingness by the police to see a young African-American man as anything but a criminal. Thirty years later, LL COOL J is continuing to speak out.
For 400 years you had your knees on our necks A garden of evil with no seeds of respect In America’s mirror all she sees is regret Instead of letting blood live, they begging for blood let Revenge is a dish that’s served on platelets. Transfusion of confusion abusin' our intellect I can’t be bought with a $1200 dollar check Even though $1200 dollars can make a meal stretch My mama wasn’t rich but she earned my respect She made a little money for a lot of blood, tears and sweat Jumping up and down on police cars I’m vexed After Chauvin killed George Floyd we got necks Molotov cocktails anarchy on the set The rich took the loot So now we loot shit Feeling like a caged tiger that’s whipped to do tricks That’s why I started fires and yelled and threw bricks They tried to run me over and arrest me and shit Tase, pepper spray and engage with the kid They ran up in the statehouse with them AK's quick But let a nigga try and do that white boy shit Won’t be rubber bullets ricocheting off ribs But the white supremacist go in the cops face and spit Try to BBQ, Becky call the cops on the kid Hoping and praying it be some Emmett Till shit Sandra wasn’t Bland They hated Mike cause he’s Brown Trayvon should of had an Aston Martin riding around Amadou Diallo it’s way too many to follow Vato how much of my pride I gotta swallow. God only knows how deep this plan goes I was dealing with this shit as a teen in Kangol’s Harassed by cops, word to my ancestors souls... And watching that man die slow left a hole He cried for his mama as the murder unfolds If it wasn’t for them phones, Chauvin would be home Feeling justified cause of George skin tone I’m telling it to those with melanin you're not alone The new Malcolm, Martin and Marcus’s are now grown America’s a graveyard full of Black men's bones I ain’t gotta tell ya that Breonna Taylor got slayed in her own home Had they lived Sean could of Rocked Bells Eric could have Garnered attention Beyond the T-shirts and obituary mentions Oscar could be countin' Grants Tamir could have went to Rice They owed them cops nothin' but all of them paid the price So yeah you're right we should protect our second amendment rights Cause in a second a dirty cop could kick the door down at night A tooth for tooth and a life for a life We refused to live in hell while you’re living in paradise. Being Black in America like rollin a pair of dice But the stakes are way higher you're gambling with my life!!!! Black Lives Matter... forever.