I Can't Breathe
He's become his death
The spark of the riots
That's the way he's blessed
To stay alive.
It never leads to an end
It's never getting quiet
If it's unfair, my friend,
Make up your mind
It's getting dark in New York city
It's getting dark in New York city
It's getting tight in New York city
I need to catch my breath
You know this world of hate
You know this stubborn light
They're in the prayers you pray
Late at night
We're only half way down
Who dares to take a breath?
Some fairness might be found
From ashes of his death.
It's getting dark in New York city
It's getting dark in New York city
It's getting tight in New York city
I need to catch my breath
