Ain ’t no looking back for me
     I feel trapped
Lost in a whirlwind
     Can’t adapt
Boots placed against my neck
   I can’t breathe
Shackles dragging from my feet
   I can’t leave
Hands up don’t shoot
   I’m unarmed
Pray my children wake to see
   Me unharmed
America the beautiful
   The land’s torn
Pray for the night to end
   Bring the morn.