Samuel L. Jackson - I can't breathe Lyrics

Samuel L. Jackson – I can’t breathe Lyrics featuring Brother J, Talib Kweli, Mad Lion, Sticky Fingaz & KRS-ONE

[Intro: Sticky Fingaz & Samuel L. Jackson]
Yo Sam Jack, holla at ’em
All you celebrities out there, here’s a chance to do something else
I challenge all of you to sing the “We ain’t gonna stop till people are free” song
Word is power
Here we go
Let’s go, let’s go

[Hook: Samuel L. Jackson & Children’s Choir]
I can hear my neighbor crying “I can’t breathe”
Now I’m in the struggle and I can’t leave
Calling out the violence of the racist police
“We ain’t gonna stop, till people are free”

[Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz]
Fuck all this marchin’, my motherfucking feet hurt
We starvin’ and we ain’t tryna eat dirt
My grandmother said the last shall be first
Well he started it, he hit me first
Justice for everybody or justice for none
Trust this, we all related, we share the same sun
You don’t want me to turn into an activist
‘Cause if I don’t see some action I’ll start acting with my fists
We was in chains when you made your laws
But things done changed, we ain’t slaves no more
I was raised “somebody hit you, then you hit them back”
If I avenge my brothers’ deaths I still can’t get them back
I still can’t get them back
If I avenge my brothers’ deaths I still can’t get them back
I still can’t get them back
If I avenge my brother’s death I still can’t get
Killing innocent cops ain’t the answer, son
We better than that, them niggas just as bad as them
They just making us strong, we fight side by side
Can’t take you no longer, revolution will be Wi-Fied

[Verse 2: Talib Kweli]
Nah, yeah, have heart, have money
(Mitchy Slick said) Have smarts, have cunning
You not talking organization built out of not coming
I’m not a politician, don’t need an office and I’m not running
They got it rigged, they try to make your dreams impossible
For the schools, to the court systems, to the jails, to the hospitals
It’s a domino effect, son, I peeped it along time ago
So native with the flow that they calling me Mic Geronimo
They like to argue with the facts and the data
All lives will never matter till black lives matter
The black united is living directly on groovy sounds
The word is the flesh and nothing moving ‘less it’s on the ground
America dream or American lie
You ever try to carve a piece of that American Pie?
The chance of dying from an American cop
Eight times more likely than a terrorist plot
I’m like “Wow, who’s the terrorist now?”, no ain’t hard to see
I just observe my surroundings, no this ain’t prophecy
It’s just mental photography, this is my odyssey
And at the poem I’m shouting from the tops of mountains
Where there’s a lot to see but it’s hard to breathe

[Verse 3: Mad Lion]
Babylon a wuh ya stop mi for
Come mi’treat as inferior, as animal
No remorse as to who we are
[?] blow your base [?]
Look all the marches dem a rise in I city
And want us fi give dem pity (ya mad!?)
Boy in the streets dem a gun wi down
Wit wi hands up or wi hands down
Ya give wi justice and we give you peace
For all them fallen soldiers, no disease
All on the fury of a blood nation
With this type of release [?] some inner peace
We gon’ gun them down [?]
Cuh dem not nuh friend a’ mine, mi a gon gun nem down
Cuh dem not nuh friend a’ mine, mi a gon gun nem down
Cuh dem not nuh friend a’ mine, mi a gon gun nem down
Blood nation [?]

[Verse 4: Brother J]
Black lives matter not, son, review your data
Dirt slots more abundant till the Earth is shattered
Every 28 hours, hot slugs pain flesh
Terrorism’s abundant, crackheads for death
Bucket lists for devils, extinction fests
Population control is on the President’s desk
I got a camera and a hammer, ballistic vest
World Star homicide is like a new day fresh
From the corners of the Chi, Ferguson to the Levy’s
Neglect on my people is heavy
The death toll got me cocked and ready
Word-wide RPG’s represent we study, it’s mad bloody
Sunday, Monday, every day is a new ish
Multi-colored devils, pedophiles unconscious
Obnoxious climate, I can’t breathe
The red on the flag is not the blood on his sleeve, fight back!

[Hook: Samuel L. Jackson]
Calling out the violence of the racist police
“We ain’t gonna stop, till people are free”

[Verse 5: KRS-One]
Hip-hop, let’s go
People get free, get free
Harriet T., Nat T., Bucka T., look at me
Huh, I’m fearless, known for bravery
It’s clear, they wanna take us all back to slavery
But chains ain’t made for me, it’s insane to me
The police and the Klan are the same to me
It’s plain to see, it’s war
I’m busting off crazily, leave a racist on the floor
The Blacklemore, the maroon, the blue, black
The indigo, Asiatic black if you that
There’s no time to do crack, no time to act
Like you lack the tack to attack – fight back!
It’s time to react, put an end to the insanity
Real black men, protect your real black family
Never lazy, God gave us the right
To take the life of those trying to take away our babies
This is crazy frontin’
When the police are killing black kids and the black President ain’t saying nothin’
They hunting, they hunting us down like wild game
So it’s karma, I suggest we do the same

[Collision: KRS-One]
Talib, Sticky Fingaz, Mad Lion, singing with Jackson
KRS-One, we coming through, yo!

[Outro: KRS-One & Children’s Choir]
Remember
Revolution only works for those that participate
Don’t stand on the sidelines
Pick up a bottle
We ain’t gonna stop, till people are free

[Produced By Mad Lion]