I can’t breath 12/11/2020

I can’t breathe very well

with a knee on my neck,

look at this (shit) world of hell,

who nobody dares to respect.

Bro, let’s go, shoot me in my chest.

Policemen don’t care about black men,

seven shoots dyes my t-shirt of red.

Man, thousand of deaths they don’t care,

so this world is becoming a mess.

My hair is falling of stress,

looking stains of blood on streets.

In short, I said I can’t breath,

‘till on streets we can’t live!