Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Can't Breathe, artist - Sticky Fingaz. Album song Lost Treasures, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 06.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cleopatra, X-Ray
Song language: English
I Can't Breathe |
Yo Sam Jack, holla at 'em |
All you celebrities out there, here’s a chance to do something else |
I challenge all of you to sing the «we ain’t gonna stop till people are free» |
song |
Word is power |
Here we go |
Let’s go, let’s go |
I can hear my neighbor crying «I can’t breathe» |
Now I’m in the struggle and I can’t leave |
Calling out the violence of the racist police |
«We ain’t gonna stop, till people are free» |
Fuck all this marchin', my motherfucking feet hurt |
We starvin' and we ain’t tryna eat dirt |
My grandmother said the last shall be first |
Well he started it, he hit me first |
Justice for everybody or justice for none |
Trust this, we all related, we share the same sun |
You don’t want me to turn into an activist |
‘Cause if I don’t see some action I’ll start acting with my fists |
We was in chains when you made your laws |
But things done changed, we ain’t slaves no more |
I was raised «somebody hit you, then you hit them back» |
If I avenge my brothers' deaths I still can’t get them back |
I still can’t get them back |
If I avenge my brothers' deaths I still can’t get them back |
I still can’t get them back |
If I avenge my brother’s death I still can’t get— |
Killing innocent cops ain’t the answer, son |
We better than that, them niggas just as bad as them |
They just making us strong, we fight side by side |
Can’t take you no longer, revolution will be Wi-Fied |
I can hear my neighbor crying «I can’t breathe» |
Now I’m in the struggle and I can’t leave |
Calling out the violence of the racist police |
«We ain’t gonna stop, till people are free» |
Nah, yeah, have heart, have money |
(Mitchy Slick said) Have smarts, have cunning |
You not talking organization built out of not coming |
I’m not a politician, don’t need an office and I’m not running |
They got it rigged, they try to make your dreams impossible |
For the schools, to the court systems, to the jails, to the hospitals |
It’s a domino effect, son, I peeped it a long time ago |
So native with the flow that they calling me Mic Geronimo |
They like to argue with the facts and the data |
All lives will never matter till black lives matter |
The black united is living directly on groovy sounds |
The word is the flesh and nothing moving 'less it’s on the ground |
America dream or American lie |
You ever try to carve a piece of that American Pie? |
The chance of dying from an American cop |
Eight times more likely than a terrorist plot |
I’m like «Wow, who’s the terrorist now?», no ain’t hard to see |
I just observe my surroundings, no this ain’t prophecy |
It’s just mental photography, this is my odyssey |
And at the poem I’m shouting from the tops of mountains |
Where there’s a lot to see but it’s hard to breathe |
I can hear my neighbor crying «I can’t breathe» |
Now I’m in the struggle and I can’t leave |
Calling out the violence of the racist police |
«We ain’t gonna stop, till people are free» |
Babylon why you stop me for |
From you treat us as inferior then it’s all out war |
No remorse as to how we are |
So so there’s no empathy when we blow your brains on the tar |
Blue Coats and badges Terrorizing I Cities |
And the want us to give them pity |
You MAD !!! |
But inna the streets them a Gun We Down |
With our hand up or We hands Down |
You give us justice |
And we’ll give you peace |
From all our fallen soliders Now deceased |
Or feel the fury of a Black Nation |
That decide to release there inner Beast |
Babylon we ago gun them down |
From them get out of line |
We ago gun them down |
Babylon not no friend of mine |
We ago gun them down |
Babylon has run out of time |
We ago gun them down |
Black Nations hafi shine |
Black lives matter not, son, review your data |
Dirt slots more abundant till the Earth is shattered |
Every 28 hours, hot slugs pain flesh |
Terrorism’s abundant, crackheads for death |
Bucket lists for devils, extinction fests |
Population control is on the President’s desk |
I got a camera and a hammer, ballistic vest |
World Star homicide is like a new day fresh |
From the corners of the Chi, Ferguson to the Levy’s |
Neglect on my people is heavy |
The death toll got me cocked and ready |
Word-wide RPG’s represent we study, it’s mad bloody |
Sunday, Monday, every day is a new ish |
Multi-colored devils, pedophiles unconscious |
Obnoxious climate, I can’t breathe |
The red on the flag is not the blood on his sleeve, fight back! |
Calling out the violence of the racist police |
«We ain’t gonna stop, till people are free» |
Hip-hop, let’s go |
People get free, get free |
Harriet T., Nat T., Bucka T., look at me |
Huh, I’m fearless, known for bravery |
It’s clear, they wanna take us all back to slavery |
But chains ain’t made for me, it’s insane to me |
The police and the Klan are the same to me |
It’s plain to see, it’s war |
I’m busting off crazily, leave a racist on the floor |
The Blacklemore, the maroon, the blue, black |
The indigo, Asiatic black if you that |
There’s no time to do crack, no time to act |
Like you lack the tack to attack — fight back! |
It’s time to react, put an end to the insanity |
Real black men, protect your real black family |
Never lazy, God gave us the right |
To take the life of those trying to take away our babies |
This is crazy frontin' |
When the police are killing black kids and the black President ain’t saying |
nothin' |
They hunting, they hunting us down like wild game |
So it’s karma, I suggest we do the same |
I can hear my neighbor crying «I can’t breathe» |
Now I’m in the struggle and I can’t leave |
Calling out the violence of the racist police |
«We ain’t gonna stop, till people are free» |
Talib, Sticky Fingaz, Mad Lion, singing with Jackson |
KRS-One, we coming through, yo! |
Remember |
Revolution only works for those that participate |
Don’t stand on the sidelines |
Pick up a bottle |
We ain’t gonna stop, till people are free |