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Aztlan Underground - Killing Season lyrics
[Chorus] [Verse One] Death is becoming a way of life It's a killing season and the sun shines bright The air you're breathin' is getting hot I guess you better stop It's the summertime and young bodies begin to drop From pops of glocks Blood drips and bodies rot Caught in the crossfire look for cover You hit a baby but the bullet was meant for another Goodbye sister, father, brother, mother It's okay mom cuz your baby didn't suffer Your baby didn't suffer, your baby didn't suffer Darkness is closing in Another 3 year old soul checks out with no sin It's a shame when you think of what might have been Life wasn't like this way back when When I was a kid I used to stroll down the street Like the world was my place to play and at my feet But now for my child this time has long passed It's a new season and the role has been cast [Chorus] 2x [Verse Two] It's hot as hell and he's sick of this shit His blood is boiling and his head is ready to split Cuz he's a un-natural born killa Made from everything un-natural A blood spilla Now, you can see him and his victim On the news at 5 o'clock Exploited by the networks "Hey kid, you hit the top" From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot The bodies rot, the bodies rot I gather gray matter Makes an ugly mess On the concrete the same as the bullet to the chest Stress to the brain and they took their best shot Homicide for pride the baby died, stop Back to the fetal position A bullet in the brain creates this condition Curled up into a little small ball I cry like a baby for a child so small [Chorus] 2x [Verse Three] Death to a 3 year old nino brings forever sleep This we live with and this we keep Hidden away, but this is the land of the free and home of the brave And someone has to pay So put a little face to that name Look into his eyes and pray for the rain Here him laugh, hear him cry Hear him calling in your suenos asking you why? A child's reflection in his own blood Shots are loud but small bodies make a small thud Bullets realizing their full potential to do damage Sizing, paralyzing, leaving mothers left to manage A paraplegic how surrealistic is the music coming from An ice cream truck that's too quick For the little feet of a 3 year old soul It makes me sick I'm watching the life flow out of a child's body slowly Now will you please save a stray bullet for me Cuz if life is living to see The death of our children then I don't wish to be Human |
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