| Wouldn’t it be convenient if he just rested in peace?
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| I saw his cousin crying wondering how to call the cops on the police
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| With a bootprint on your shoulder, face down on the street
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| Another precinct that’s been rotted out
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| Another song of «I can’t breathe»
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| «I can’t breathe»
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| He said «I can’t breathe»
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| Oh what a privilege to hide behind a screen
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| Like biteless barking dogs we yelp on an ever-tightening leash
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| Another public execution under a greedy would be king
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| Another desperate bloody anthem a crying family has to sing
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| «I can’t breathe»
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| He said «I can’t breathe»
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| I hope your ghost haunts all of our dreams
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| I hope you float like smoke over the blood machine
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| I hope you soak into the wick like kerosene
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| I hope it burns clean
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| How long will there be this song of «I can’t breathe»?
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| «I can’t breathe»
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| «I can’t breathe»
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| He said «I can’t breathe»
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| Oh what a privilege to pretend that we can’t see
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| The chain, the whip, the badge, the gun, and now the ever-pressing knee
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| The knee we hired to protect us
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| The same knee he used to pray
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| The knee that bares the bruise from being used to choke his life away
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| He said «I can’t breathe»
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| «Mama I can’t breathe»
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| I hope your ghost haunts all of our dreams
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| I hope you float like smoke over the blood machine
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| I hope you soak into the wick like kerosene
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| I hope it burns clean
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| I hope your ghost haunts all of our dreams
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| I hope you float like smoke over this blood machine
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| When they say «make it great again» is this what they mean?
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| Then let it burn clean
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| How long will there be this song of «I can’t breathe»
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| «I can’t breathe»
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| «Mama I can’t breathe»
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| I can’t |