Lyrics I'm Tired - GB

It′s hard to figure out what to say about George Floyd
This man kneeled on a man's neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds
Can you imagine that
I don′t mean to get heavy but we gotta say something

I am the activist, I am the pacifist
I am the Malcolm X, I am the Kaepernick
I am authentic, never one to counterfeit
Encounters with the doubts of my duality been challenging
Who are you?
The one I grapple with or go to battle with?
Are you my ally, my oppressor, or my advocate
My face is blue, it's like the weight gon' make me crack
Prepared to face the truth or you still waiting for the facts? Hmm
My people stressed, they can′t respect or trust the law
When those who should protect come at your neck, who do you call?
We rioting, protesting, just expressing our frustration
You more concerned with what′s in store than what this country's taken from us
Stay at home to stay alive but we ain′t safe inside
When will the day arrive where we enjoy the basic rights?
See all the hate and watch it permeate these days and times
I seen how far we came but know we got a ways to climb
We at the end of our rope, feel like they hung us
They might not claim the Klan but in some hoods they still among us, I
Cover my face, I gotta pray to God above us
I know it's crazy but I still believe somehow He love us
I love us, forreal
They hunt us, to kill
While every drop of blood is spilled y′all just sitting still, like it's cool
I guess it only happens in the news
I guess it ain′t that bad until it's happening to you
Or maybe it's somebody you know
You know that one black friend you always claim for validation so you not a racist?
You and your black friend ain′t never had that conversation
That ain′t no real relationship, that's your imagination
Silence is deafening, we don′t hear you talking
You think it's golden? That ain′t wealth you holding
That's just help withholding
Don′t wanna see or be outspoken, let your heart be broken
Once you've collected every piece, you'll see it′s hard to hold it in
Now here we are again
We still the underdogs, against the odds, it′s hard to win
They burned us down to ashes in this chapter, by the end
They gon' see us like a Phoenix, I believe we′ll rise again
That's a promise, not a threat
That′s a promise, not a threat
Yeah, I believe we'll rise again
That′s a promise, not a threat

I can't tell you, as a man
Watching another man go through something like that
What it makes you feel like
For 8 minutes and 46 seconds
For 8 minutes and 46 seconds
I can't get that number out of my head
When I watched that tape
I understood that man knew he was gonna die
Watch one shooting after another
Eric Garner in New York
First guy that told police, "I can′t breathe"
Eric Garner was selling loose cigarettes in Staten Island
Got murdered by one police officer while five of his fellow officers watched him do it
The guy killed the person that they were, uh, uh
Wha, what do you call it? Apprehending?
The guy was selling loose cigarettes
There goes Eric Garner
And then we have one after the other
Trayvon Martin, when he was murdered by George Zimmerman
Boy, how do we feel?
How do we feel lately?
This kid was 15 years old being followed by a grown man with a gun
We were very upset
This kid looked eerily like the President
Looked like my own children
Hit the streets, we got to marching
It goes on and on
And then, one weekend
A law-abiding citizen, right here, in Beavercreek, was murdered
He says, "Drop the weapon"
Bang Bang Bang
This kid didn′t even have enough time to register that he was the one being smoked
Michael Brown got shot the same week, and Michael Brown became the story
Then
Am I boring you?
Well, then, right back in Minneapolis, is Philando Castile
Law-abiding citizen, he was a registered gun carrier
He was trying to show the police the paperwork for his registered weapon
And was murdered in front of his wife and his child
These are our people
The are our countrymen
We're not desperate for heroes in the Black community
"Oh, he was a this, he did that, he′s a drug addict and he's not a hero
And why does the Black community make him a hero?
Why do you choose him as a hero?"
We didn′t choose him, you did
They killed him, and that wasn't right, so he′s the guy
This is not funny at all
These streets will speak for themselves, whether I'm alive or dead
I trust you guys, I love you guys
We'll keep this space open
This is the last stronghold for civil discourse
I love you very much
Thank you for being here, goodnight