Let him breathe,

it’s the land of the free

in pursuit of happiness,

on the wrong tree.

Leftover in the pot,

he’s too dark to melt

he was promised liberty,

but given the knee

on his neck

he can’t breathe.

Who could have foreseen,

that hate speech

incites violence

but the president’s

got your back.

There are good people

on both sides

but only one can breathe,

be free and see

the white man’s world

and agree…