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 Song of the day;;

→ Anti-Flag, DE'WAYNE, Marcia Richards, Jálise Della Gary & Tom Morello - A Dying Plea Vol. 1


We can’t breathe

We can’t breathe

We can’t breathe

We can’t breathe, breathe, breathe, 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

(No one is free)


When just to brеathe is a dying plea

Your freedom falls only skin deep

Out of reach likе an American Dream

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 like an American Dream

Out of reach like an American


We can’t breathe

We can’t breathe

We can’t breathe

We can’t breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe


Well, I’m unbelievably out of breath

I remember inna school that respect wasn’t there

Imagine what a fool, I’d step where the other girls stepped

I’d forget that I checked and the step wasn’t there

I know underneath another layer lies another liar

Out come the wolves from their wool to deny our rights

Buckle up, watch it take a turn until your luck is up

We got the backup and we’ll say their names until you’re gone


With others oppressed no one is free

(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

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 like an American Dream

Out of reach like an American


How long must we wait

For all of this to change

The fear, the death, the pain

Will it ever go away?

How long must we wait

How long?

(How long?)


When just to breathe is a dying plea

Your freedom falls only skin deep

Out of reach like an American Dream

Out of reach like an American


We can’t breathe

We can’t breathe

We can’t breathe

We can’t breathe, breathe, breathe, breathe

We can’t breathe


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