A Dying Plea Vol. 1

We can’t breathe…
I know you looking for a victim to kill — I KNOW YOU
I know you looking for a son to steal — I KNOW YOU
You wanna catch me slipping down on my heels
For a moment to boast and shout look at this nigga I killed
But what about my rights?
What about my life?
We ain’t equal to them
If they ain’t kill us
Slamming us down
Saw the tape on CNN
Got a call from my mother
You bet not go outside again
Got a call from my father
Like put a damn gun to they head
BANG
With others oppressed no one is free…
When just to breathe is a dying plea
Your freedom falls only skin deep
Out of reach like an American Dream
The blue lines cross at demand and need
Raze the statues from the hanging tree
Out of reach lik an American Dream