Breathe

I’m suffocating , I can’t breathe
They on our necks with their knees,
They shooting at us before they tell us to freeze,
We tired of marching, I swear i’m ready to squeeze,
They get behind that badge, then they start feeling bold
They know they’re being recorded, ain’t scared to get exposed
Marching is getting cold my heart is getting old
My people need every step of stepping
But nothin had change
They told us Jesus’s coming
It’s time to fightback, we took enough L’s
Still yelling fuck twelve, hope they could duck shells
We’ll burn this bitch down
You’ll think the sun fell
R.I.P Sandra Bland, some of us tired of prayin’
This shit’s been out of hand, I feel what Pac was sayin’
Protect and serving who? Our sons don’t have that privilege
And if your skin isn’t bright enough then you look suspicious
Hey I wanna forget something’s I did
But my memories are tattooed on the dreams I live
We get arrested just for our chocolate color
I will surrender my hands up I’m not afraid
I fight for answers untill I get my way
I will die knowing I lost to a Impossible Game