Your Ghost - Amythyst Kiah, Dave Hause, Kam Franklin

Wouldn’t it be convenient if he just rested in peace?

I saw his cousin crying wondering how to call the cops on the police

With a bootprint on your shoulder, face down on the street

Another precinct that’s been rotted out

Another song of «I can’t breathe»

«I can’t breathe»

He said «I can’t breathe»

Oh what a privilege to hide behind a screen

Like biteless barking dogs we yelp on an ever-tightening leash

Another public execution under a greedy would be king

Another desperate bloody anthem a crying family has to sing

«I can’t breathe»

He said «I can’t breathe»

I hope your ghost haunts all of our dreams

I hope you float like smoke over the blood machine

I hope you soak into the wick like kerosene

I hope it burns clean

How long will there be this song of «I can’t breathe»?

«I can’t breathe»

«I can’t breathe»

He said «I can’t breathe»

Oh what a privilege to pretend that we can’t see

The chain, the whip, the badge, the gun, and now the ever-pressing knee

The knee we hired to protect us

The same knee he used to pray

The knee that bares the bruise from being used to choke his life away

He said «I can’t breathe»

«Mama I can’t breathe»

I hope your ghost haunts all of our dreams

I hope you float like smoke over the blood machine

I hope you soak into the wick like kerosene

I hope it burns clean

I hope your ghost haunts all of our dreams

I hope you float like smoke over this blood machine

When they say «make it great again» is this what they mean?

Then let it burn clean

How long will there be this song of «I can’t breathe»

«I can’t breathe»

«Mama I can’t breathe»

I can’t