Second Line

Moment of silence, I just watched him die live
They say you living wrong if they kill you with your eyes open
So I just question if my eyes are open
More beautiful for spacious skies
I just made a milli telling children kill a nigga just to waste some time
Is it a waste of time? Was it worth it

Gentlemen this is a genocide
Pick a side, pick your sign up
picket lines or picket signs up
We could wake up like a wicked line up if we could line up
Real life getting in the way
I gotta bottle of liquor, limes up
She got a booty we might make a movie
Then wait 'til the news of another shooting
But what can we do? it's America the beautiful, uh
Red eyes, white lies, I wonder what the blue is for
Oh you and yours might've witnessed a few of yours
But nothing quite like this American funeral, the funeral

Cry children, cry
Baby run for your life, whoa
Pray children, pray
To save the nation from the grave
Cry children, cry
Baby run for your life, whoa
Pray children, pray
To save the nation from the grave
(Hey, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death)
(I will fear no evil)

My country tis of thee sweet land of liberty
It's hard for me to sing about the forefathers
Fathers are a rarity to me
See nobody's got 'em, woo
The tattoos we use to pay the homage (pay the homage)
In the aftermath are Reaganomics (Reagonomics)
We've been wasting time, can we be honest? (we be honest)
We fall way beyond, can't get beyind us

Gentlemen this is a genocide
Pick a side, pick your sign up
picket lines or picket signs up
We could wake up like a wicked line up if we could line up
Real life getting in the way
I gotta bottle of liquor, limes up
She got a booty we might make a movie
Then wait 'til the news of another shooting
But what can we do? it's America the beautiful, woo
Red eyes, white lies, I wonder what the blue is for
Oh you and yours might've witnessed a few of yours
But nothing quite like this American funeral, the funeral

Cry children, cry
Baby run for your life, whoa (your life)
Pray children, pray
To save the nation from the grave (whoa, cry)
Cry children, cry (cry)
Baby run for your life, whoa (hey)
Pray children, pray (come on)
To save the nation from the grave