The Killing Season

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Winter in America, never knew white Christmas
 'Cause elves said the squares is always making my shit list
 Spring is in the air and all the flowers in bloom
 The powers that be wanna devour the movement
 Tears disappear when they fall in the summer rain
 Bleedin' through this mic, but they call it entertainment
 Running across stages is a drug
 It's like a brother, we crumple the raw papers
 Call it the Lord's name cause we taking it in our veins
 Like the feeding us intravenous
 It's war and we fighting for inches and millimetres
 Try to stall the progress by killing off all the leaders
 If we don't give them martyrs no more, they can't defeat us
 This lack of justice got us disgusted, look at our faces
 All these soldiers hate but I saw military training
 The force flags fly at a half mast this morning
 Take a bow, this might be your last performance
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 The old lady saw us on the lawn with the Henny
 Turn the pool party into the one from McKinney
 Might've been racist like the waitresses up at Denny's
 So we had twelve gauges, automatics, and semis
 Now they wanna condemn me for my freedom of speech
 'Cause I see things in black and white like Lisa and Screech
 Presidents get impeached and others fill in the throne
 But veterans don't get the benefit of feelin' at home
 So maybe those projections out at Silicon
 Over dro they getting injections made of silicone
 I swear it's the killing season
 'Cause killin' is still in season yea
 Louder than a three pound, voices screaming at ya boo
 It must be killing season, on the menu, strange fruit
 Whose juices fill the progress of this here, very nation
 Whose states has grown bitter, through justice expiration
 These fruitful trees are rooted in bloody soil and torment
 Things haven't really changed, been dormant for the moment
 Marks and scars, we own it, only makes for tougher skin
 Helps us actualize the actual greatness held within
 Been on the wrong team so much, can't recognise a win
 Seems like my only crime is having melanin
 Connection to the sun so strong the relationship is lusted for
 Causes meant to suffocate, I can't breathe no more
 Settle the score sadly, need an abacus to tally
 Through all the peaks and valleys, yo, I recognize them sadly
 Black soul old enough, inner city holdin' up
 Watch me get all my goons, watch us get soldiered up
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 They sold ya, sold ya, sold ya
 

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Duration
02:43
Key
1
Tempo
89 BPM

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