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I Can'T Breathe
“I CAN’T BREATHE! Ya got my arm twisted I have six kids A wife I need. Man I can’t breathe! Get your knee out my back, No reason for me being attack On a New York street. I CAN’T BREATHE. How was I bothering you officer I’m just a misdemeanor offender. I sell cigarettes on streets Cheap, I’m not some murderer, And this calls for being Strangled and battered. I’m asthmatic, hear the wheeeze, Your Illegal choke hold Is crushing my throat Say man, I can’t breathe. You twisting My neck man QUIT THIS SHIT. Doing number two In my pants WHAT DID I DO TO YOU To cause all this? I CAN’T BREATHE, Don’t mean to be belligerent But you’re killing me with your knees. Hope nobody sees me like this, A grown man spitting spit As you cops make me piss And they not hearing me. Feels like drowning slowly, My skin scrapping off on the ground, Images fading now. EMTs milling around shaking me, No heartbeat. My mother begs me to follow her And I believe She knows what’s best for me. But all will remember Me, Eric Garner’s Final plea, I can’t breathe” .
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