America's on fire. There's protests in the street. Her conscience has been looted and her soul is under siege. Another mother's crying as history reveals I can't breathe. Goddamn those eight long minutes lying face down in cuffs on the ground. Bystanders beat it for mercy as one cop shoved a kid in the crowd. When did a judge and a jury become a badge and a name on these streets? Stay alive, stay alive, shine a light, stay alive. Here's your voice and you remember me. American reckoning. I'll never know what it's like to walk a mile in his shoes. And I'll never have to hear the talk so it don't happen to you. Three little words written across the chest of a twelve year old who hasn't lived life yet. Am I next? Am I next? Stay alive, stay alive, shine a light, stay alive. Here's your voice and you remember me. American reckoning. Stay alive, stay alive, shine a light, stay alive. Here's your voice and you remember me. Stay alive, stay alive, shine a light, stay alive. Is this a moment or movement? Is this the tide or a flood? Is our American reckoning, our story written in blood or in love or in peace? Stay alive, stay alive, shine a light, stay alive. Here's your voice and you remember me. Stay alive, stay alive, shine a light, stay alive. Here's your voice and you remember me. American reckoning. In our American reckoning. American Reckoning.