I Can't Breathe
He's become his deathThe spark of the riotsThat's the way he's blessedTo stay alive.
It never leads to an endIt's never getting quietIf it's unfair, my friend,Make up your mind
It's getting dark in New York cityIt's getting dark in New York cityIt's getting tight in New York cityI need to catch my breath
You know this world of hateYou know this stubborn lightThey're in the prayers you prayLate at night
We're only half way downWho dares to take a breath?Some fairness might be foundFrom ashes of his death.
It's getting dark in New York cityIt's getting dark in New York cityIt's getting tight in New York cityI need to catch my breath