Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Memory Of Bombs, artist - B. Dolan. Album song Kill the Wolf, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Record label: Speech Development
Song language: English
Memory Of Bombs |
Nightfall 5:00pm getting dark early time creeps in |
Lines gets drawn to all them white kids |
Blow up when the mind sees red |
Trying to be the next one or call it quits |
Soldier of fortune a war within |
On yourself with a costly lib |
But you are glad that you are dead |
They also seem so fortunate like |
Got the keys and the formula |
Plus they got degrees and the fix is easy |
You just grind your teeth and ball your fist |
Recall talk that shit more time wasted is all it is |
Wash your face until it force you to drip |
You can’t leave no trace nothing special |
Sleep all day when you under pressure |
All these hallways run together |
In all directions in all directions |
In all direction all for ever |
You don’t feel that lucky you don’t care that much |
You don’t make new friends you don’t feel their love |
You got two AR’s and a few hundred rounds |
And you about to add that to the memory of bombs |
Buried under this town |
Save me can you tell me |
A reason to be |
Fearing the shadows |
And layers a memory of peace |
Sunrise 6: am still hang over rolling out of bed |
Find your weapon hide your stash |
Step outside wearing a vest and a badge |
Step to the cat with an ugly question |
Use that gat like a tongue depressant |
The streets breathe thugs that are unrepenting |
But you’re gonna teach these punks a lesson |
Just came off three months suspension |
For cracking some heads with a service weapon |
You told your lieutenant that you felt threatened |
Meanwhile the child wears no expression |
He’s playing with the a rose he can hold forever |
And a cross made of gold gave no protection |
The walls of the home bear a lonely echo |
A name to remember and a son to let go |
You don’t feel that sorry you don’t care that much |
You can’t make new friends you can’t feel their love |
So they say goodbye and they sent you down |
To be kept with the rest in the memory of bombs |
Buried under this town |
This is not a place of honor |
These are our danger markers |
Don’t mistake this grave for a monument |
Stay clear don’t build no argument |
Buried down there will remain harmful for 10 thousand years |
Long after we are gone and the threat is active |
Left a hazard to sleep with dragons as deep as we can fathom |
Beneath the flooring a lake of poison |
Beneath that lake lay the bones of warriors |
Above that strata is today’s Tom Sawyer |
Packing fully automatics in the middle school corridors |
Cut Back when the true officer killed black boys in the heat of august |
And then leave them in the streets like a piece of garbage |
The Kids are not alright and they’re in the sights of targets |
Our nights are haunted, their voices call us to recite the chorus |
Light the torches, ignite the store fronts |
As part of the earth, now the price of all this |
The evil’s old the evil’s timeless the methods are known |
The aggression and violence they trying contain |
As best as they hide it, but it’s unstable and it goes viral |
The smoke is rising and we’re melting down |
So get into the basement or under the ground |
Your life is a second in the memory of bombs |
Buried under this town |
Save me can you tell me |
A reason to be |
Fearing the shadows |
And layers a memory of peace |
Save me can you tell me |
A reason to be |
Fearing the shadows |
And layers a memory of peace |