Mr. Floyd Speaks

Hold hands with someone, and listen to Mr. Floyd’s last words:


Please, man. One of you listen to me.

I can’t.

Forgery for what? For what?

Please, man.

I cant fucking breathe.

Thank you. Thank you..

Ow, my wrists, sir.

Please.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe.

Mama, Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama.

Mama. Mama.

Alright. Alright.

Oh my God. I can’t believe this.

I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this. I can’t believe this.

I can’t believe this, man.

Mama, I love you.

Tell my kids I love them.

I’m dead.

Can’t breathe for nothing, man.

Mama, I love you.

I can’t do nothing.

My face is gone.

Can’t breathe, man.

Please. Please let me stand.

Please, man. I can’t breathe.

My face skinned up bad.

My God.

God.

I’m dead.

Look at my face, man.

Please. Please. Please.

I can’t breathe.

Please, man. Please.

Please man, somebody help me.

I can’t breathe.

I can’t breathe.

Can’t breathe.

My father just died this way.

Man, I can’t breathe.

My face, it’s skinned up.

Man.

I can’t breathe.

Please, your knee on my neck.

I can’’t breathe, shit.

I will.

I can’t move.

Mama.

I can’t.

My knee. My neck.

Through.

I’m claustrophobic.

My stomach hurts.

My neck hurts.

Everything hurt.

I need some water or something. Please.

Please.

I can’t breathe, officer.

They going to kill me.

They’re going to kill me, man.

Come on, man.

I cannot breathe.

I cannot breathe.

They’re going to kill me. They’re going to kill me.

I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.

Please, sir.

Please.

Please.

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