A KNEE ON HIS NECK
There’s a man on the ground with a knee on his neck
And he can’t breathe
He can’t breathe.
There’s a people on the ground with a gun to their head
They’re not free…
They’re not free…
Maybe that’s why they don’t stand
when the anthem is played
Maybe that’s why their nerves are forever frayed…
Maybe its because they’re always afraid
There’s a man on the ground with a knee on his neck
And he can’t breathe
He’s not free…
Don’t you judge them by your privileged spot
It won’t transcend the sordid rot
That lives in our soil
Tilled by their toil
As prisoners in our land…
All they demand
Is get the knee off our backs…
Don’t hate us because we’re black
There’s a man on the ground with a knee on his neck
And he can’t breathe
He can’t breathe…
There’s a people on the ground with a gun to their head
They’re not free…
They’re not free…
