Collars slaughter beneath my foot slayed by my bleach mercy, Now complexions riot the planet wailing I can't breathe , it's too pale. A butterfly weeps inside my brain with wings fired to lighten the blind world, Cursing her sin of being poor grieving I can't breathe , it's costly. Mama begs for her baby in my conscience forgiving our honest brutal love in the apple, She laments for mistaking beasts sobbing I can't breathe , hence I'm choked. So 'I' won't stop until I suck my blood And I can't breathe , cos my lungs decayed.