Breathless (Hosted by Fat Joe) Lyrics

I build the wall just to break it

Mask on my face cause I couldn’t face it

We’re all God’s children

How the fuck you a racist

Hands up hands up

Let's pray for salvation

Black matters

Turn to Family Matters

Stop your chit and chatter

Make sure we look the part for the cameras

Convoluted and looting

Mistaking a crime for the movement

Private destruction of property

Cause we need societal improvements

This the type of story

For them Black and White movies

But we turned reality to illusions

When good cops

Bad cops

All turned to bullies!

Hands up! Hands up!

Lord knows I don’t want the trouble

I’m just tryna live

Why these pigs

Always searching for truffle

I wish someone huffed and puffed and blowed

They house in

So I could do like Rick James and fuck they couches

I’m not even Jerry Tom, why we still Cat and Mousin'

How many more molehills turn to mountains

How many more of these youths force to drink

From the fountain

If there was a death toll

You motherfuckers would still be counting

Plus the many more unaccounted for

May the lord have mercy on their souls

As they were bought locked beat and sold

Hence the story begins

The origin of mankind’s original sin

Across the globe they conquered it

Now it’s all about racial diversity and worldwide sponsorships

Sailed across the Atlantic in record numbers

Just to sell these records back to Atlantic to feed the hunger

1865 and now we equal

Nearly a hundred years till the sequel

It wasn’t until brother

Martin screamed from the steeple

That we as men of color became people

And we still moving bricks just to shop

At your Gucci store

Custom made edition

Inscribed truly yours

The book without chapters or pages

The walls paved into walls into mazes

The undefeated turned favorite

It's amazing to see you all separated

Even after the movement

Venerating the racist

The hatred

Bashed beat and berated

From every angle of the security tape

Paused played and replayed it

Police brutality not found

Freeze, place lethal weapons on the ground

Dumbfounded at the persistence

Electrical currents thrown to my body

Like a resistor

Even though it was compliance at your assistance

The glove never fit

We only got one acquittal

Halfway houses but we never met in the middle

Halfway through the act and we still second fiddle

But every whip and lash was very instrumental

We turned into behemoths

It wasn’t coincidental

I gave you the peace, but you just want a piece of me

There goes the riddle

Between the homicide and the parricidal

I am forever Malcolm in the middle

I said between the homicide and the parricidal

I am forever Malcolm in the middle

I build the wall just to break it

Mask on my face cause I couldn’t face it

We’re all God’s children, how the fuck you a racist

Hands up hands up

Let's pray for salvation

Let's pray for salvation