Can I have a second to breathe?
Can I even have some breath?
Oh! I can't breathe!
I wish I could breathe,
But Chauvin - ism wouldn't let me breathe,
Nor would the yoke to my neck
I want to breathe;
I deserve to breathe
But, sadly, I can't -
No water, or something to drink;
My throat hurts and has begun to shrink
No fresh air to breathe;
No light to brighten my day
As I journey on this torturous way
I wish I could breathe
I wish I had something to quench my thirst
I wish my pigment was not put first
And my loin bore my sack in it's sheathe
But how can I this way breathe?
Since the world where I can breathe
Is in the next, then let me breathe;
If that is only where I can breathe
Without struggling for some breath
And without the yoke of a knee to my neck,
Choking from me my dying breath
Then let me breathe;
Let me breathe on...