George Floyd. Never made it home.
Knee on the neck and cops standing by.
No! I will not let this go-o-o.
Eight minutes, forty-six seconds.
George called “Please, I can’t breathe.”
“My neck hurts.” “They’re going to kill me.”
George Floyd. Here we stand.
With our brown and black family.
Stop police killing unarmed black folk.
STOP!