Breathing - KXNG Crooked, Constantine

They tell me I’m resistin' arrest

But I’m only protectin' my breath, I can’t breathe

The cops hate a black man to death

They tell me that mentality left, it didn’t leave

See bein' black come with a price

Sometimes we gotta pay with our life, our family grieves

The grand jury never indicts

The grand dragon’s wearin' his white, true indeed

No justice, no peace again

I won’t trust the police again

Another black man murdered

In the streets by police, he won’t hug his own niece again

So what’s a black mom tell her son?

«They might hate the mere sight of you

So no, I can’t buy that pellet gun

They might try to Tamir Rice you»

I guess the Devil’s job is never done

Respect the value of my life too

For me change may never come

Cause I can’t change into a white dude

Cops workin' with the prosecutor

Prosecutor manipulate the grand jury

Grand jury say it’s no indictment

Send the community into levels past fury

Protestors on the sidewalk

They say Eric Garner was choked here

I say we burn this whole shit down

But won’t nothin' change when the smoke clear

That’s cause the system is broken

Another victim of a chokin'

By a modern day lynch mob

The cops probably wished they could’ve roped him

How many tears gotta fall?

How many peers gotta fall?

The cops kill instead of capture

A black man of that stature

How many fears were involved?

How many cheered what they saw?

See, equality’s the problem

How many years 'til it’s solved?

I think somebody want a race riot

But hip-hop isn’t swayed by it

Too many black rappers sellin' out

You white rappers shouldn’t stay quiet

(Put your hands behind your back) I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe,

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe,

I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe

I can’t breathe