This Illusion (Kareem's Interlude)

I can't breathe I can't breathe I can't breathe We are in a state of emergency Black people are dying Stand up for justice Enough is enough (Stand up for truth) I don't give a damn if they burn down Target Do what you say this country is supposed to be about The land of the free for all It has not been free for black people and we are tired This illusion of emancipation We don't need no validation But we plead for reparations So I rolled up on home evasion I don't want no dedication Blood and tears, it's hurtin', aching Man gunned down, he needs sedation Times run out, his heart stop racing Face to the ground, he's screaming bleeding Cops came around, they watched him pleading Mom's at home, she's sad and grieving Watching news, that shit's misleading How many times are we repeating I can't breathe Well now I'm breathing Yeah, now I'm breathing Yeah (That's just how I feel) When the opps want to kill, we're prepared to fight I'd rather die living than living a chained life Ain't right, how they do me like I live the gang life Ghetto birdie in the streets so I never take flight Pray I get to see the end of it, while I'm alive White people thinking it ended in like 65 Crazy how they get surprised when I tell them it's a lie They built the first prison system right around the same time How you tell me no violence, cross the same line Pay no mind to the swine They give and they taking time Keep on burning down targets While they aiming One eye Closed case Bro erase another life, pay a fine Ain't a rhyme nor reason to describe being black Can't deny the fact they want to see us lined like some crack I ain't selling but they about to pay the price Matter fact Got a method, man Every Klan member getting clapped Facts We are denied not only civil rights, but even human rights Who taught you to hate the color of your skin Who taught you to hate the shape of your nose And the shape of your lips Who taught you to hate yourself I can't breathe, I can't breathe Who taught you to hate your own kind Who taught you to hate the race that you belong to Now I'm breathing Now I'm breathing Now I'm breathing If he's not ready to clean his house up, he shouldn't have a house It should catch on fire And burn down