Aug 2016
And the rockets red glare meant we were there.
Suits and pants, nice tie chop shop mic talk means blood sands for diamond trade.
And the rockets boom meant cash flow for the body count.
Body count and cop killing, **** the police so said N.W.A
First call for trouble when we're in trouble.
Fear changes us all, no atheists in foxholes.
Foxhole hero, fighting for a country split down the middle- no love for war, no love for peace.
Sorry to see ya go but clearly some had better plans.
Better plans to make a better plan, fail to execute said plans just because of an early execution.
Lethal injection due to a guilt verdict, brutal injunction.
Oh no- here we go again another legal scam, another injustice in a court room, law side manner out of the window again, oh no here it comes again, another broken legal system bringing red tape to justice and perverting the jury to commit another crime on the stand.
Car crash makes us feel so alive, which is why we never let tragedy die. Cop got caught up in a shoot em up, no matter white or wrong, no matter black lives will say it doesn't matter.
Nuisance doesn't exist anymore, no gives anyone the benefit of the doubt anymore. It's us v them, like batman v superman too bad nobody wins and at the end we don't become friends- things like that only happen in the movies.
Hollywood drama starring real people with real lives, so let's add a crew, lights, and staged events to add reality into our T.V. sets because clearly enough of our **** is something we don't get.
I don't know what to do now, or where to go now, all I know is people will go with the flow because it's easier than fighting against the current- events like bad parenting better blame on the animal caged against it's will acting on any instinct it has left.
Beat em into submission since we can't beat our kids, but even spanking them now seems like a confession of sins.
A black night of the soul and we love to move on for effect but we hate to let go- which is why I facebook stalk my ex late at night, when I could just text her and say I hope she's alright.
But Oh no here it comes again gotta act like I don't care so it seems like I can win, keeping up appearances only makes me look older, too bad I'm not getting any bolder. Rather run from life and hide in the shade, school of hard knock life bell just rang.
And if I gotta go, let it be with a BANG!
Suits and pants, nice tie chop shop mic talk means blood sands for diamond trade.
And the rockets boom meant cash flow for the body count.
Body count and cop killing, **** the police so said N.W.A
First call for trouble when we're in trouble.
Fear changes us all, no atheists in foxholes.
Foxhole hero, fighting for a country split down the middle- no love for war, no love for peace.
Sorry to see ya go but clearly some had better plans.
Better plans to make a better plan, fail to execute said plans just because of an early execution.
Lethal injection due to a guilt verdict, brutal injunction.
Oh no- here we go again another legal scam, another injustice in a court room, law side manner out of the window again, oh no here it comes again, another broken legal system bringing red tape to justice and perverting the jury to commit another crime on the stand.
Car crash makes us feel so alive, which is why we never let tragedy die. Cop got caught up in a shoot em up, no matter white or wrong, no matter black lives will say it doesn't matter.
Nuisance doesn't exist anymore, no gives anyone the benefit of the doubt anymore. It's us v them, like batman v superman too bad nobody wins and at the end we don't become friends- things like that only happen in the movies.
Hollywood drama starring real people with real lives, so let's add a crew, lights, and staged events to add reality into our T.V. sets because clearly enough of our **** is something we don't get.
I don't know what to do now, or where to go now, all I know is people will go with the flow because it's easier than fighting against the current- events like bad parenting better blame on the animal caged against it's will acting on any instinct it has left.
Beat em into submission since we can't beat our kids, but even spanking them now seems like a confession of sins.
A black night of the soul and we love to move on for effect but we hate to let go- which is why I facebook stalk my ex late at night, when I could just text her and say I hope she's alright.
But Oh no here it comes again gotta act like I don't care so it seems like I can win, keeping up appearances only makes me look older, too bad I'm not getting any bolder. Rather run from life and hide in the shade, school of hard knock life bell just rang.
And if I gotta go, let it be with a BANG!
