Our brother’s name was George
And he walked into the store
Because his money was low
They called him a criminal
And they called authorities
They put hands cuffs on me
And when I tried to explain
They responded with a knee
I can’t breathe
Your hate is choking the life out of me
This suppose to be the land of the free
He looked at me
I can’t breathe
Whoa, whoa
And I know I’m a strong black man
But please, don’t be afraid of what you see
Just like you I’m trying to raise my family
Remove your knee
‘Cause I can’t breathe
And we demand a change
We demand it right now
And the blood of the innocent
Is crying from the ground
400 years of slavery
Clinging to a dream
When will reparations come?
When will freedom ring?
I can’t breathe
Oh, your hatred is choking the life out of me
This suppose to be the land of the free
But look at me
I can’t breathe
Oh, oh, oh
Minneapolis, I’m praying for ya
Breathe
Oh, New York City, I’m praying for ya
Oh, breathe
I’m gonna tell my brothers and sisters in Detroit City
Oh, Detroit, breathe
Ooh, ATL, Louisville, Tennessee
Boston, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You gotta breathe, you gotta breathe, you gotta breathe
You gotta breathe, you gotta breathe, you gotta breathe
Birmingham, Alabama, Louisiana, hey, you gotta breathe
From Texas to L.A., from Florida to the Bay
In North Carolina, South Carolina, Philadelphia, you gotta breathe
Chicago, Ohio, San Francisco, people all over the world
From Africa to the U.K.
Whoa, breathe
Whoa, breathe
Breathe
Whoa
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