guns are drawn
Singer:roots, the
yeah it would be cool it could be too
stop running round in circles off of what we fuel
living a lie eventually believing it's true
a lot of people here for us one could be you
it's outrageous and they just ain't nothing
but save us an ocean of brown fists in various flavors
tell me what you would do with no phone or pagers
what you gone do when the poliece state vegin
well it already began but i guess it depends on what's really going on
military target practicing
they finna write another patriot act again
the days is short the nights is long
the pistol and the pipes are drawn
in sight of the former might
you might think that it's a waste
and i think you would be right
and some might say that it's a waste of time
cause ain't no amount of dancing finna break the bondage
we go to war and transcend space and time
when every record ain't a record just to shake behinds
you know the stakes is high we in the face of drama
that's why we can't shake it or escape the problem
its like a game of roulette the barrel revolving
they only wanna see us occupying a coffin
mothers crying too often from they lost child leaving
it ain't about to be easy
you better pull you goggles up
believe it's on as long as we can still speak freely
pages of my life would make it hard to read me
i know my people hearing me