Shortness of breath How fitting As the socially deaf start in the bidding Of a mind Of a heart And soul Of a billion See me in my frustration See the color of my skin How is the least of these The most important of all? I hear the anguish of breaking glass Broken spirits They call Losing hope as a burning world Scares me half to death Empathize Because who will you run to When you’re the oppressed? Silence in respect Join me as I raise my fist (Beat) Hands up I surrender Tears fall, this may be it Will I be missed? USA Born and raised Living grenade Shaken, beaten, and stirred And when I explode Anarchist? Terrorist? That’s absurd I am a product of a machine That grinds me into dust You may be in the same gear Don’t ignore it Discuss My brothers My sisters It is clear Blood is red How are we so divided With the same thoughts in our heads? Let scars remind of the pain Wash the anger from your hands Ceasefire, be at peace Don’t make new cuts Understand Wrongs do not right Our message must be clear A crowd must scream in unison For them to properly hear Demand And march on Open eyes to the plea Change must be made Pick it up from it’s knees Help me, help you Help us Who’s next? Clearly see We all slowly suffocate When one of us cannot breathe