A Bad Itch

The sound of gunfire comes pounding down the street

BPM around 110

Hear it on the TV

it's always on the tube

Victims always look like you

The foundation's cracking

even store-bought rebels know

Think of all the places that you won't go

Now you see a stranger

and you cross the street

You walk straight ahead and listen for his feet

Now

well there it is again…

Negative thoughts bounce around

Like a bad itch in the back of your brain

It's getting hard not to say this

There's something we gotta face here

Little words that slip out

You better think about what you're thinking

When you pin the blame

On people you don't know

We used to speak of justice

Not self-preservation

But sometimes you talk

About getting a gun

Now

well there it is again…

Negative thoughts bounce around

Like a bad itch in the back of your brain

It's getting hard not to say this

Are you becoming a racist?