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