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letra de i can't breathe - d. ciano

[richard pryor clip]
police got a choke hold they use out here tho man
they choke n-ggas to death… that mean you’ll be dead when they’re through
did you know that?
wait a minute, n-ggas going “yea, we knew”, white people like “no, i had no idea”
yea, 2 grab your legs, one grab your head, it’ll snap
“aww sh-t he broke, can you break a n-gga? is it okay? let’s check the [?].. yep page 8, you can break a n-gga, right there, see.. let’s drag him down the hallway

[verse 1: d. ciano]
martin wanted peace, malcolm brought the piece
when in doubt of which route, i remember which one has a street
in every hood, i question good, in our methods of execution
then i think, is there a such thing as a peaceful revolution?
rioting and looting, firing and shooting
the boycotting, protesting, and sitting in is proving
that we can come together to benefit in a sense
illegitimate k!lling is somewhat of a bit militant
watching the news, i’m confused… it’s getting to me
who they portray’s the criminal seems like the victim to me
[gunshots] he hit em with 3
[more gunshots] again? that could’ve been me
now i’m demented by all this fiction, depicted on my end
it’s that depiction, of my intention, inflicted on my skin
so that description you say i’m fitting’s my pigment don’t pretend
don’t want attention, just thought i’d mention this difference i contend
this the life that i attend, and no i’m never absent
but how you dismiss the failures when you segregate the cl-sses, i’m asking
and why question em when they’re p-ssing
let’s strategize with verbs, & get a plan of action
i always fit the description? i’m humiliated
the pigs meant my pigment’s crime affiliated
tho no justice… i got a hold of the grief
neighborhood still under protected being over policed
they tried to hand me the juice but i pushed the jin aside
cause this genocide, no need for what won’t ease what i feel inside
i’ve been deprived, and can’t be guarded by a vest
cause even in walmart i got this target on my chest
the privileged won’t comprehend or understand
their blinded by the silver spoon held by the upper hand
but even my mother nature’s upset with my uncle sam
might cut off my beard today, if he grey another strand
psychologically damaged, so k!lling us is simple
they meant to, won’t show remorse, won’t pretend to
the reason suspenseful, retaliation’ll tempt you
but you can’t believe in getting even, when odds are against you
all the expressions unheard… this oppression’s absurd
to protect and to serve? more like you’re neglecting your word
yet i comply, tho all your allegations, i deny
cause at the end of the day, i ain’t tryna die

[chorus: seven amyoni]
it’s no love… no time…. left
tryna change the world myself
a son’s mother’s crying, the sirens, the dying
no love, i’m losing my breath

[verse 2: d. ciano]
now how could you give me this, look as if my hue’s hideous
are you serious? judge my race off a few idiots
spitting on this light snare, i hope i give the right prayer
cause martin dreamed i wouldn’t have to see this nightmare
where i’m cautious of what i might wear, and my type hair
cause it might scare…

[voice in background]
“aye, there goes 12 right there” [police sirens]

don’t trip, just keep your composure
and maybe we’ll be breathing when it’s over

[chorus]

- d ciano

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