[Verse 1: Lyricks]
When I was walking through the bush of the African jungles
The people, the tribes, they called me Bruce Lee
Not mocking, they're just not used to my face
The shape of my eyes
They just chose the name that just suits me
As I walked around, they like "hwaaa"
Ask me "do a high kick!" making noises like it's kung fu
They just know what they see
If I don't show 'em any different
Then to them that generalization is true, feel me
Shit, I guess I'm a kung fu master right?
Squinty eyes means they punch dudes faster, huh?
People are simple, they just carry the plight
The message of this song is in life there are stereotypes
So, Mr. Officer, I'm speaking on behalf of my people
Who view the cops as a power hungry and evil
Gang, mafia-type force corrupted and bad
Roughing, fucking us up behind the cuffs and the badge but
I'm not rapping this to say "fuck the police!"
My uncle is a cop, he keeps integrity on top but
If one of y'all are wrong, that blemishes the whole team
And good men become pigs that's hated on the block
You see? I know you're here to protect and to serve but
Why is it when you just checking for herb
You got your Gore-Tex boots bruising my neck on the curb
I wanna fight you but I can't when disrespecting occurs
You tell me "shut the fuck up!" when I tell you it hurts
My friend's trying to capture it, you got to her first
Took the cam, broke the tape
And ransacked through her purse
Cops like that make you wanna cop a gat and just burst
It's like
[Chorus: Robyn Kim]
If I could see the trouble in your eyes
How many more, how many more have to die?
If justice is blind to my kind
Why can't I? Why can't I change your mind?
I can't breathe, can't breathe
Can't breathe, can't breathe

[Verse 2: Lyricks]
Look, this be important, people getting pissed
'Cause they see the system distorted
Mad videos of brutality getting recorded
A father crying in the car while they kicking his daughter
Mentally ill people getting punched in the grill
Rarely do the cops get caught, shit, they get rewarded
I mean it's fucked up, captain sits in the corner
Switch the story lil' bit then he flips the report up
Only a matter of time before a Christopher Dorner
Good cops exist, but the bad ones keep bringing them down
I mean the whole band could be playing
On the perfect pitch right?
But one off-key could fuck up the sound
C'mon fight the corrupt

[Chorus: Robyn Kim]
If I could see the trouble in your eyes
How many more, how many more have to die?
If justice is blind to my kind
Why can't I, why can't I change your mind?
If I could see the trouble in your eyes
How many more, how many more have to die?
If justice is blind to my kind
Why can't I, why can't I change your mind?
I can't breathe, can't breathe
Can't breathe, can't breathe