A Dying Plea Vol. 2 – Anti-Flag (feat. DE’WAYNE, Marcia Richards, Jordan Montgomery & Tom Morello)
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When just to breathe is a dying plea Your freedom falls only skin deep Out of reach like an American Dream Out of reach like an American Dream
We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… Breathe… Breathe…
Melanin, I know on the other side when they see my face Melanin and only melanin leave trace They’ll step to protect their right to forget the debt that they owe my race Suckle at the teat and they get a likkle treat like a lifetime in first place
All the innocent are gonna suffer when they gun out and nuh means to decide on why, while all them and the others will protect them, discard us, throw us at the back or under the bus, scream we’ll serve and protect not trust, stick to the colour guide, watch better be the right swatch and nuh care about us.
We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… Breathe… Breathe…
I left the crib in my white tee, yeah bitch I’m icy The public think I’m thuggin, shots fired now my tee blooded These fucking cops ain’t rushing a nigga dead they love it Turn the body cam off while we calling for our mothers BITCH I been feeling some evil deeds I might kill a cop let the trigger squeeze 24 years years being black a scary thing but I still gotta die a legend if they come for me Only care for us when we on a tee We tired of singing songs I want a bullet in they head Middle of the street that’s on everything fucking let me be
We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… Breathe… Breathe…
Black in America breaking the barriers Cops killing us that’s serial Land of milk and honey no cereal Preaching the real Politicians vote and passing the bills You posting a square while blacks in the street getting murdered and killed Rap industry we takeover for real Driving While Black get you out of your deal Killing the game left you out of the will Writing this live from the City of Steel Karens they lie you get Emmitt Tilled Karens they lie you get Emmitt Tilled Now how does that feel Turning the tables you don’t get a meal Seat at the table that eating for real Officers kneel until you can’t breathe Kaepernick kneel can’t play for a team
When just to breathe is a dying plea Your freedom falls only skin deep Out of reach like an American Dream Out of reach like an American Dream
We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… We can’t breathe… Breathe… Breathe…