[Intro]
Blood on the sidewalk
Candles in a line
Teddy bears taped
Names on a shrine (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Mama workin double but her son ain’t home
He out chasin trouble with a cracked iPhone
Timeline filled with the “RIP” posts
Another young face turned to a ghost
Orange caps scattered by the playground gate
Needles in the grass where the kids once played
Cops ride past, just circle and stare
Everybody numb like it’s normal despair
Sirens sing louder than the church on Sunday
Gunshots argue with the prayers on Monday
We scroll, shake heads, then we all move on
But the block still bleeds when the cameras gone
[Chorus]
When’s the killing gonna stop?
I’m tired of countin bodies on this block (on this block)
They say “thoughts and prayers,” then they cut and crop
Turn the pain to a headline, then they drop
When’s the killing gonna stop?
Everybody say they care, then they watch
Kids dying, mothers crying at the spot
Tell me, when’s it gonna stop? (when’s it gonna stop?)
[Verse 2]
Lil bro said, “Big bro, I don’t see twenty”
All he ever seen was a short life, empty
School metal detectors, but the streets still loaded
Textbook torn, but the clips fully coated
Politicians talk from a clean, tall tower
They ain’t smelled powder in a one-room shower
They don’t see the dealer at the bus stop bench
Or the girl nodding off on the backyard fence
We treat pain like blame, just point, not heal
Argue in the comments, never touch what’s real
If we don’t look close, then we all play a part
Every closed eye is another cold heart
[Chorus]
When’s the killing gonna stop?
I’m tired of countin bodies on this block (on this block)
They say “thoughts and prayers,” then they cut and crop
Turn the pain to a headline, then they drop
When’s the killing gonna stop?
Everybody say they care, then they watch
Kids dying, mothers crying at the spot
Tell me, when’s it gonna stop? (yeah, when?)
[Bridge]
What if we listened?
What if we stayed?
What if we showed up
Before the grave?
What if we loved these
Kids like our own?
Would we still stand there
Filming on phones?
[Chorus]
When’s the killing gonna stop?
I’m tired of countin bodies on this block
They say “thoughts and prayers,” then they cut and crop
Turn the pain to a headline, then they drop
When’s the killing gonna stop?
Look around, it’s us, we the cops of the heart
We the ones who can choose where it starts
If we stand up, then it stops
(When’s it gonna stop?)