Society tends to try to restrict me
To all the things established in this so called American Dream.
But how can they restrict me to a thing
That is more than less not deemed or created for me.
Because of the melanin in which my glands produce
I am not seen equal as this world continues to prove.
Please wait... I... Can't Breathe....
Because of the way I look and the way I speak
Who are they to determine that I am less than an educated being.
Who are they to tell me I'm not worth this life
Whose job is it to hear me when I cry.
Running a race but helplessness seems to be the only track
Everybody wants to be black until the reality of being black in America starts to attack back.
Please wait... I... Can't Breathe!