Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Breathe Either, artist - Ocean Wisdom.
Date of issue: 25.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Can't Breathe Either |
Police enforcement, racial fever |
When they scarred my wrist it got deeper |
From the Windrush plot it got peaker |
When they shot Ahmaud it got realer |
Then it brought back visions of Eric |
Like, look at that cop and where his knees are |
If you burn that house to the ground |
I’mma fan that flame 'til they can’t breathe either |
I seen my dealer, to the left of me there with a teacher |
To the right of me there with a wise man |
And we all fight for the same reason |
Talk of conscience, I’ve got a conscience but |
Look at that cunt and what his knee done |
I heard that he went round town with a make |
Whites great again cap on in the evening |
I know that my grandma’s reeling |
From wherever she’s watching this |
I know that my dead friend’s screaming |
Tryna tell me had to stop this shit |
Give me back my freedoms |
These shackles where the locks don’t fit |
Eh, give me back my peoples |
Or I’m coming with rocks and sticks |
And they' comin' with shotties and AK’s |
And we comin' with fingers that twitch |
From a lifetime on the defensive |
From some disgusting evil pigs |
My nigga just came out the jailhouse |
For one crime that he never even did |
My next bro got locked 'cause of cocaine |
Like they didn’t put the cocaine on his strip |
And then you got man like OJ |
Who don’t even wan' rep the ting |
You corrupted the mind of our idols |
And distructed the lives of our kids |
And they don’t wanna see us in Parliament |
And they don’t wanna see us in flicks |
And they don’t wanna see us in public |
And their whole body weight on our ribs |
And we scream but they just keep leaning |
And we plea but the glove don’t lift |
And we beg and we cry and we suffer |
And somehow, the grudge don’t shift |
And it gets to the point of your lifetime |
Where you clock that you’ve got ONE to live |
So you grab suttin' heavy to the right of you |
Oh, look what it is it’s a stick |
And you run down the road to the protest |
With so much hate you could trip |
And you spray it at the nearest police |
Like Liam Neeson but switched |
And the cops come now they got a reason |
And you’re locked up now you’re a myth |
Oh, now you’re a crazy black man |
Like you ain’t been tortured from a kid |
Like, you ain’t been tortured from a embryo |
Like you ain’t been tortured from a cell |
Like, you ain’t had the fear of a cell in your mind |
As a young black man that does well |
Let alone a black man with some issues |
Let alone a black man that fail |
Meanwhile you got Andrew and dem man |
Doing what they’re doing never went jail |
Police enforcement, racial fever |
When they scarred my wrist it got deeper |
From the Windrush plot it got peaker |
When they shot Ahmaud it got realer |
Then it brought back visions of Eric |
Like, look at that cunt and where his knees are |
If you burn that house to the ground |
I’mma fan that flame 'til they can’t breathe either |