We Want You to Be a Part of the #10FriskCommandments Remix Video!

We. Want. You.

With the release of the #10FriskCommandments remix TWiB! is preparing to release a new music video for the song highlighting the issue of Stop and Frisk. To show this is an everyone issue we want to ask you to record yourself rapping (lip synching – you don’t have to spit hot fiyah, just mouth it like you were in the shower) to the song and we will add you to the official release of the video. Grab your camera, cell phone, web cam or whatever you use to capture moving pictures and rap the lyrics to the song (lyrics are below.) We want all types, young, old, all races and religions. This isn’t something that only young black and hispanic males care about.

Send us the video via youtube, dropbox or whatever  works best for you (clips can be sent to shoutouttothechatroom – at – twib – dot – me.) Make sure its 16:9 (in other words turn your phone the long way) and spit some fire Try to frame your shot in a similar way as the image above to help us out in the editing room. Send your clips by Saturday morning (preferably by Friday night) and lets make magic.

#10FriskCommandments Remix LYRICS

Hands up if you ever seen a handcuff…

Hands up if you ever seen a handcuff…

My little man touched me in the heart, we was at the park

Watch him run the rock, time to go cause its getting dark

Last play of the game, hard foul fight starts,

i’m peeling out because i don’t want my son to see the night sparks

before i get the 5 feet, the blue lights behind me.

Pulling over, cool as ice til something reminds me

My little man is in the car, that something was him

asking me if i was gonna get taken away by them

I laughed like i wasn’t concerned

But in the back of mind i remember the time when i made a U TURN

And got pulled over for suspicious action

My white friend got pulled out so they could ask him

what he was doing with me, that incident was one among many

I wanna tell my son that that’s silly

He’s only 3, and im not even sure its wise

or fair to have to teach him to survive before he’s five

That night I read him 10 commandments and I nearly cried

cause it wasn’t the bible it was from Jasiri’s rhymes

Its the 10 frisk commandments…

I’ve never known a time when I wasn’t really warned

about how blackness is perceived with some malice and some scorn.

But Mama I’m sure I didn’t do nothing wrong

And then she said that’s not the point I just don’t want to see you gone.

Growing up it was me who was questioning the fact that being black

That I was somehow always under some sort of attack

It was the bad kids, the thuggish ones, I will be okay

and that’s the same bullshit they used on Kimani Grey

Its 2013 how is not being white still a crime

and the innocent still get stopped and frisked all the time

I’m American, I thought that came with some sort of rights

That was undeniable whether my skin was dark or light

Such a fright, abuse of authoritative might,

Such a sight, to see young folks scared to even fight

For their rights, guess what, we need more voices who are white

lets unite, and put this shit to bed and say good night…

It’s the 10 Frisk Commandments

Driving through New York I see’em inside my rear view

Lights on, sirens sound, pull over, yeah I hear you

I guess you see four black men in an SUV so you expect we sling

I felt like Ice T, it was six in the morning

He asked where we going, we rolling to a performance

He asked if was I drinkin’, I told him I don’t indulge in the spirits

but he wasn’t trying to hear it

He pulled out the breathalyzer, like i was the best of liars

but my man Radee, had the Canon 5D

Commandment number 9 yeah we film the police

And because were were recording, we got off with the warning

I asked why he pulled us over, What a surprise

He said my lights were off but it was passed sunrise

And I was thankful that none of us died

Stopped and frisked in N-Y but at least we survived

By the 10 frisk commandments.