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Trip Lee

I Can't

 

I Can't


Thank you, my brothers
They running scared of us
Our leaders don't love us
Can we breathe, please?

I can't watch another video
That got cellphone horror flicks on Vimeo
Another lynching just got posted up on YouTube
Bro, I threw up so my prayers all my ceilings broke
They think we just bad boys, while they deal this dope
So they can't, won't stop killing folk
They sing the same tune but they don't listen though
[?] sister, man our spirits broke
Look, I can't learn another strangers name
Or have another convo tryna explain our pain
Or watch a press conference where killers ain't the blame
Image bearers turn to hashtags, ain't it strange?
My son's watching the news report
How do I explain the truth that all the news distorts?
We get treated like a nuisance that they shoot for sport
Before we lose in court, speak up you lose support

Thank you, my brothers
They running scared of us
Our leaders don't love us
Can we breathe, please? (Can we breathe?)

I can't compose another post
On Instagram convincing you that I'm a man
Or the next it might be me starring on body cams
How all the killers get released? Tell me it's not a scam
Do we got a plan?
Some of us live on another planet
'Cause you never come across the damage
But ain't that good for molded source material for all your TikTok dances
Before we sift off in our ambulances
Our president can't even summit concern
The Klan war like he just want us to burn
Feeling lost Lord, how long 'til we learn?
Walk in love 'til our bosses return
Until then

Take this weight please
My folk can't sleep
We so angry
While we angry

Thank you, my brothers
They running scared of us
Our leaders don't love us
Can we breathe, please?

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