| What else is left? |
| They ain’t tired of bein' violent?
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| Look at how they killin' us, they show us how the feelin' us
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| Lynchin' us in broad day, look, that ain’t real enough?
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| Take it in our own hands (What?)
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| 'Cause it’s so hard to be a Black male, a Black man
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| We don’t have a Black chance (Yeah)
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| Visions of these Black boys hangin' (Yeah)
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| But down in my hood, you see these Black boys bangin' (Look)
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| At a traffic stop, they really got your ass aimin' (Yeah)
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| I could really die, I ain’t paranoid, baby (I'm not)
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| Starin' at my son, I really know that this affects him
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| They violate my rights, so how I’m gon' protect him? |
| (How?)
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| Caught up in a rage and I’m tired of protestin' (Tired)
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| Got us so stuck, our development arrested
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| And I don’t have the answer (Nah)
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| No, I’m not the answer (Nah)
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| We don’t have the cure, and we probably not the cancer
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| What we 'posed to do when our enemy attacks us?
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| Slidin' on my gloves, gettin' ready to get masked up (Yeah), dear Lord (Woo)
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| Dear Mama, hate to see you cry (Yeah)
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| All you wanted from your son was to see him fly (Yeah)
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| But now they got him on a slab and I know you feel bad (It do)
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| 'Cause it’s killin' you to see him die
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| And all I heard him say was
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| Please, I can’t breathe
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| He got his steel on my neck, I can’t breathe
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| They puttin' pressure on my chest and I’m cuffed to the back
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| Dear Mama, think they killin' me, I can’t breathe
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| I think they chokin' me to death, I can’t breathe
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| I guess I’m the one next, I can’t breathe
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| How many shots do it take? |
| How many officers to hate?
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| Dear Lord, I need a break 'cause I can’t breathe
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| Now tell me what to do, do I try harder? |
| (Do I?)
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| Do I give in to the cause? |
| Do I die of murder? |
| (What I do?)
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| All this footage that we’ve seen, it’s a viral horror (Damn)
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| We still livin' Sean Bell and Eric Garner (Uh-huh)
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| 'Cause they so diabolical (What?), forty-one, I’ma do (Yeah)
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| Niggas in the hood now askin' me what I’ma do (What?)
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| Sayin' if I move, then, homie, we gon' ride with you (Yeah)
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| I been chasin' money, now I’m thinkin' what if that was you?
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| Let me think (Hmm)
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| Cops shot eighty, killed my aunt
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| White men still livin', they killed Trayvon (Damn)
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| We saw those racists chase down Ahmaud (We saw it)
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| Look how they do George, that broke my heart (Livid)
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| Fuck it, Jesus ain’t comin' (Woo)
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| See if they like us with these sticks with the drummin' (Let's go)
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| Enough enough, man, we already runnin' (Yeah)
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| What can we lose? |
| Shit is already crumblin' (Yeah)
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| Dear Mama, hate to see you cry
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| 'Cause all you wanted from your son was to see him fly
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| But now they got him on a slab and I know you feel bad
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| 'Cause I know it’s really killin' you to see him die
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| And all I heard him say was
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| Please, I can’t breathe
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| He got his steel on my neck, I can’t breathe
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| They puttin' pressure on my chest and I’m cuffed to the back
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| Dear Mama, think they killin' me, I can’t breathe
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| I think they chokin' me to death, I can’t breathe
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| I guess I’m the one next, I can’t breathe
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| How many shots do it take? |
| How many officers to hate?
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| Dear Lord, I need a break 'cause I can’t breathe |