(People)
(The people)
As I look at CNN (talkin' bout people)
It says, "Breaking news
Protests erupt across America (the people)
Following the death of George Floyd" (talkin' bout people, the people)
R.I.P., George (talkin' bout people)
You're more than a legend, you're an icon (the people)
You're immortal (La musica de Harry Fraud)
We got you

Kaep took a knee but I think it's time we take a stand
That crooked cop put his knee on the neck of a sacred man
We still searching for equal rights inside this racist land, it
All started when Columbus docked here to take the land
With the spirits of the Haitians, we take the power or the land back
This .40 got so much power, man, I think you should stand back
Every time we dig our way out, we sink in like a sand trap
We need more than reparations, man, why can't you understand that?
(Do you hear me now?)
We spell 'Amerikkka' with three K's
We'll show you mass hysteria like loading up three K's (uh-huh)
They been burnin' precincts down on CNN for the past three days
That's for every time we see that murder on media replays (we got you, George)
Our President tweeted and said, "When the looting starts" (fuck him)
His exact quotes was, "That's when the shooting starts" (we ready)
Tell that motherfucker we already started looting (facts)
Shit get any worse, we gon' be ready to start shooting (wassup nigga?)
Pray to the soul of Malcolm and Martin (uh-huh)
Martin Jr. would be happy to see all the troops that was marchin' (fists in the air)
Look on TV, it feels like the revolution is starting
On the same day they let the rockets shoot to the Martians (blast off)
I seen a Somalian girl with a handful of tear gas (As-salamu alaykum)
2020, not even half of the year passed (facts)
We been fightin' Covid and everybody gotta wear masks
Let's all bow our heads 'cause we need some more prayers and mass (Amen)

I can't breathe though
I feel like I can't breathe though
Get off my neck, I can't breathe though
Mama, I can't breathe though (uh)

Crooked cops pull us over, I'm like, "What did we do?" (what I did?)
License and registration, just like you instructed me to
Why you throwin' me on the ground, what more you want me to do?
got me cuffed already, why you gotta rough me up too? (fuck you doing man?)
Young girl watchin' it happen don't know what she should do
Besides record it on her phone, ain't really much she can do (I get it)
I ain't resistin', why y'all still tryna fuck me up too
Just like my uncle, he died in police custody too
And not a cop was charged, even though his body had a lot of scars (uh-huh)
And this was '92, I'm just remindin' y'all ('92)
Police killed my uncle, had my grandmama cryin' hard
Why you think we on the front lines ready to fight 'em all? (fuck the police)
Fuck the tear gas and them rubber bullets y'all firin' off
My Black people's freedom and justice is worth dyin' for (for real)
All lives should be equal, we tried bein' peaceful
Now on front lines I'll die for my peoples, nigga (boom, boom, boom)

Can't look the other way
Can't walk around the pain
Keep breathin', yeah, breathin'
It's time to break the chains
The lines that separate
Keep breathin', yeah, breathin'

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Writer(s): Demond Price, Joseph Guillermo Jones II, Marc Scibilia, Rory W. Quigley