[Intro: Jim Jones]
As I look at CNN, it says, "Breaking news - Protests erupt across America, following the death of, George Floyd"
R.I.P George
You more than a legend, you're icon, you're immortal, we got you
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Kaep took a knee but I think it's time we take a stand
That crooked cop put his knee on the neck of a sacred man
We still searchin' for equal rights inside this racist land
That all started when Columbus docked here to take the land
With the spirits of the Haitians, we take the power or the land back
This .40 got so much power, man, I think you should stand back
Every time we dig our way out, we sink in like a sand trap
We need more than reparations, man, why can't you understand that? (Do you hear me now?)
We spell "America" with three K's (KKK)
We'll show you mass hysteria like loadin' up three K's (Uh-uh)
They been burnin' precincts down on CNN for the past three days
That's for every time we see that murder on media replays (We got you, George)
The President tweeted and said, "When the looting starts" (Fuck 'em)
His exact quotes was, "That's when the shooting starts" (We ready)
Well, tell that motherfucker we already started lootin' (Facts)
Shit get any worse, we gon' be ready to start shootin'
Pray to the soul of Malcolm or Martin (Uh-huh)
Martin Jr would be happy to see all the troops that was marchin' (Fists in the air)
Look on TV, it feels like the revolution is starting
On the same day they let the rockets shoot to the Martians (Blast off)
I seen a Somalian girl with a handful of tear gas (As-salamu alaykum)
2020, not even half of the year passed (Facts)
We been fightin' COVID and everybody gotta wear masks
Let's all bow our heads 'cause we need some more prayers at mass (Amen)
[Interlude: Jim Jones]
(La musica de Harry Fraud)
I can't breathe, y'all
I fe-. I feel like I can't breathe though
Get, get off my neck, I can't breathe though
Mama, I can't breathe though

[Verse 2: Conway The Machine]
Uh
Crooked cops pull us over, I'm like "What do we do?"
License and registrations just like you instructed me to
Why you throwin' me on the ground, what more you want me to do?
Got me cuffed already, why you gotta rough me up too?
Young girl watching that happen
Don't know what she should do
Besides recording on her phone ain't really much she can do
I ain't resisting, why y'all still tryna fuck me up too?
Just like my uncle, he died in police custody too
And not a cop was charged even though his body had a lot of scars
And this was '92, I'm just reminding y'all
Police killed my uncle, had my grandmama crying hard
Why you think we on the frontlines ready to fight 'em all?
Fuck the tear gas and them rubber bullets y'all fire on
My black people's freedom and justice is worth dying for
All lives should be equal
We tried being peaceful now I'm frontlines
I'd die for my peoples, n***a
[Outro: Marc Scibilia]