[Intro: Dani]
Ooh

[Chorus: Dani & GRIP]
Portraits in the hall
I know you seein' 'em all
Got a brother on my chin, Lord
Got a sister on a wall
Portraits in the hall
I know you seein' 'em all
Eric Garner on my chest, Sandra Bland on a wall (Uh, uh, uh)

[Verse 1: GRIP]
See, Mama raised a good n***a, Granny raised a smart kid
Sometimes standin' up don't involve standin' up
Look what Rosa Parks did
Some fights you win with peace, look at Martin Luther King
Black man in white chalk, yellow tape all around the shootin' scene
Sometimes you gotta strike back, shit, look at Huey P
We all fight the same war, it's no them, it's you and me
By any means, by any means, take a look at Malcolm X
In the midst of this chaos they still choose to rap about the check
I seen too many

[Chorus: Dani]
Portraits in the hall
I know you seein' 'em all
Got a brother on my chin, Lord
Got a sister on a wall
Portraits in the hall
I know you seein' 'em all
Eric Garner on my chest, Sandra Bland on a wall
[Verse 2: GRIP]
Uh, I got my hands in the air, they shootin' still
America's roots reveal; the news conceal
Now the boys in blue abuse the shield
A lewd appeal for those they choose to kill
Show it or lose the views, we snoozin' still, we do for real
Abusin' booze and pills to lose the feels of havin' the huge pair of shoes to fill
I could never possess the Martin Luther skills
Instead, I hit the booth to spill the truth
'Cause truth is truth can heal
Food for the soul, put this in your tape deck
While you cruise in your Coupe de Ville
Forgive the face and loot the real
Forced to resort once we jumped off them porches
The world is my muse of courses
Depicted on my canvas, and man, it's a bloody ass portrait
I'm just here to give my portion, I see too many

[Chorus: Dani & Kay Nellz]
Portraits in the hall
I know you seein' 'em all
Got a brother on my chin, Lord
Got a sister on a wall
Portraits in the hall
I know you seein' 'em all (Yeah)
Eric Garner on my chest, Sandra Bland on a wall
[Verse 3: Kay Nellz]
Yeah, I hopped off the stoop train to shoot though
Promised older bro I'd find a loophole
The block is hot, the world is too cold
To live or die, the options twofold
When the cops out there cock and shoot
Got the proof on two phones, watch, the blue code is real
They sayin' we should snitch, we tell 'em not to kill
Pics of my brown face down and they tell us not to feel when they left 'em in the sun
We die when we surrender, we die when we run
The narratives the same, "You right, he had a gun"
Walter, Garner, Sandra Bland had none
So what's it mean to protect and serve us?
These United States don't deserve us
White's get Miranda's, we get a funeral service
It's sad my melanin makes you nervous, it's too many

[Chorus: Dani & GRIP]
Portraits in the hall
I know you seein' 'em all
Got a brother on my chin, Lord
Got a sister on a wall
Portraits in the hall
I know you seein' 'em all
Eric Garner on my chest, Sandra Bland on a wall
Oh, oh