breathing ain't that easy
and shots fall way too fast
it never was over
the stuff ain't in the past
the struggle is real
you can't deny it
open your eyes
and look around
all the places
all the people
all the souls
on the ground
"why" you ask
We need to answer
and I say " yes"
It's in the past
We had a dream
and I still have
that things can change
and everyone can breathe
That people can follow
and don't have to question
don't have to wonder
why they can still breathe
cause this is a world
about to go down
feels like suffocating
as soon as a shot lays you down
drowning to the ground
and you will scream
" I can't breathe"
the river of blood
it strangulates your faith
it goes too fast
and they will reply
" and I can't hear"
and all you do
you want to now
"why did you shot me?"
"why'd you let me go?"
- M.R
