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I CAN'T BREATHE
I can't breathe
I can't breathe
I can't-
It's like..
their ears were stuffed
with the same candle wax
that now drips down the altars
of vigils and homage to the dead
Mothers cry at the body bags
stained in their children's blood
that now covers the streets-
a story of splatter, brain matter
rubber bullets and batons
on cement
Tears will flood the rivers
swell the canals
and break your dams
and we will avenge,
upend, and defend
And so I ask..
what does it matter
to you?
Their skin, though dark
bore blood the color
red
Just. Like. Everyone. Else's.
There's no fucking excuse
And there's absolutely no excuse
for the pig that sits
on a throne of shit
in a house of white
where he spits his lies
and the clock just ticks
It's ticking now
for every life silenced
by the absence of air
that they claim not mandatory
for the function of life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
That, everyone
is the definition
of oppression
If we can't breathe
then why is he?
for a true leader
will fight for their people
mourn for their people
and in the end they would die
for their people
no, this is no leader
just aristocratic trash
playing games
with our mothers and fathers
our sisters and daughters
our sons and our brothers
our friends and our lovers
"I can't breathe"
and neither can the people
blinded by the canisters
of tear gas and mace
that mingles in the air
and traces a path
to sear lungs infected
by the plague that already
destroys the apparatus
that governs our breath
They're trying to kill us,
break us, scare us,
and divide us
Only in unity can we clear the air
they polluted with their systemic filth
and with every drop of corruption
that still coats and poisons the tongues
of lying, rich hypocrites
who control this nation
We can't ever breathe
I can't breathe
I can't-
It's like..
their ears were stuffed
with the same candle wax
that now drips down the altars
of vigils and homage to the dead
Mothers cry at the body bags
stained in their children's blood
that now covers the streets-
a story of splatter, brain matter
rubber bullets and batons
on cement
Tears will flood the rivers
swell the canals
and break your dams
and we will avenge,
upend, and defend
And so I ask..
what does it matter
to you?
Their skin, though dark
bore blood the color
red
Just. Like. Everyone. Else's.
There's no fucking excuse
And there's absolutely no excuse
for the pig that sits
on a throne of shit
in a house of white
where he spits his lies
and the clock just ticks
It's ticking now
for every life silenced
by the absence of air
that they claim not mandatory
for the function of life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness
That, everyone
is the definition
of oppression
If we can't breathe
then why is he?
for a true leader
will fight for their people
mourn for their people
and in the end they would die
for their people
no, this is no leader
just aristocratic trash
playing games
with our mothers and fathers
our sisters and daughters
our sons and our brothers
our friends and our lovers
"I can't breathe"
and neither can the people
blinded by the canisters
of tear gas and mace
that mingles in the air
and traces a path
to sear lungs infected
by the plague that already
destroys the apparatus
that governs our breath
They're trying to kill us,
break us, scare us,
and divide us
Only in unity can we clear the air
they polluted with their systemic filth
and with every drop of corruption
that still coats and poisons the tongues
of lying, rich hypocrites
who control this nation
We can't ever breathe
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