8:46
Hannah Eggen
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I can’t breathe mountain tops and bus stops echo He Can’t breathe Floyd is lying on the concrete We can’t breathe Seems like these videos stay on repeat memories of the gentle folks on these streets tears they hurt my eyes the gas is burning but my t-shirt says that Sandra Bland was here then disappeared, who is to blame? Them sons of Cain. Headline Headline read all about it they hunted on Ahmaud like a Savage The murder was so natural they recorded it everybody thinking they next Headline Headline read all about it Breonna Taylor, 8 times, shot down we ain’t even safe in our own home Everybody thinking they next She can’t breathe Mountain tops and bus stops echo He can’t breathe Face down laying in the die-in We can’t breathe Candle wax all melting on the concrete Memories of the gentlemen in these streets Tears they hurt my eyes the gas is burning but my t-shirt says that Garner was just here then disappeared, who is to blame? Them sons of Cain. Hey now, Hey now, Love is the answer but tell me why the hate taking over Gate way city to the West, with everybody thinking they next Many men, Many men, fall like the young brown and pleading self-defense is the new sound Gate way city to the west, with everybody thinking they next its like the Wild Wild West, Taken to the Mid-West Toy gun in his hand, he went from playing to the real thing, BANG BANG Ferguson, I seen the whole world turn into Ferguson Overnight theres city lights in Ferguson Candle wax all melting on the concrete Cocktails being passed but no ones happy Tears they hurt my eyes the gas is burning but my T-shirt says that little Rice was here, then disappeared Who is to blame? Them sons of Cain.
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Written by: Hannah Eggen
Submitted on July 13, 2020
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