Bullets

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lyrics

Rat- tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat
When you hear knock-knock.
How it be in these days and times. When they bullets break flesh they don’t name the crime.
Knock-knock.
Caught up in the mix with no retreat. And then the trigger get’s pulled and his mama weeps.
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat

Mama, Mama why they wanna come and test me?
Call upon Nat Turner and Sojourner to protect me
Cause i done seen some thangs
And i done heard the screams.
And now i’m caught up in this war.
This what they living for.
Bullets pierce the night, taking life, and leaving grieving souls.
Sign of the times, it seems.
Bind of the mind, i mean,
It’s like the writing’s on the wall,
But we can’t read it all.
Bullets taking flight, dreams is kites and all the wind is gone.
And all the wind is gone.

Cold night, throat tight.
Feel the urge to run when you see them blue lights.
Hand on they gun when they see that you might
And they steady having fun when they playin with your life,
Right?
Power be a Glock Nine and a smile.
“Settle down, cuz you here for a while.
i don’t care who you are, what you do, or if you headed home to chill with your child.
We got bi’nisss.
You know the deal: Hands up against the wall.
Don’t stand too tall or you all gonna fall.
Then you all gonna crawl like the dogs that you are
So go’head, boy, stand real tall.”
Now, now, now
That’s how it be in these days and time
When they bullets break flesh they don’t name the crime
And our families stay stressed with no peace of mind.
Walking on the ledge with no safety line.

When you hear knock-knock on the door.
Look down, see blood on the floor.
Beast outside on the search for more.
No sign, no time, no talk. Just rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat

Beef cook hot on the summer streets
Cause when the times be hard, gotta grind to eat,
You gotta find the meat or go find a seat
before you run up on a cat who don’t mind the heat.
And then he run up on a cat when the timing’s sweet.
Gun to his head, piss finds his feet.
Caught up in the mix, got no retreat.
Then the trigger gets pulled and his mama weeps
Every day. Same thing.
Got the biggest gun. Smallest heart.
Bullet ring ring.
Make the biggest brotha fall apart.
It’s a damn shame.
Thinking killing is a form of art.
Fighting in a battle that you lost before you even start.

Man, you ain’t busting on your real enemies.
For real.

When you hear knock-knock on the door.
Look down, see blood on the floor.
Beast outside on the search for more.
No sign, no time, no talk. Just rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat

If i should die before i wake
i hope you righteous souls find your escape.
It’s like the life we lead, it seals our fate.
Walking the path of love in this world of hate.
So now we caught up in this war.
This what they living for.
Bullets taking flight, dreams is kites and all the wind is gone.
The writing’s on the wall
And now we see it all.
Bullets pierce the night, taking life, but we retrieving souls.
But we retrieving souls.

When you hear knock-knock on the door.
Look down, see blood on the floor.
Beast outside on the search for more.
No sign, no time, no talk. Just rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat

credits

from Soular Pebbles, released December 11, 2013
Mixed by Vinny Wisco, Atlanta, GA
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe, Philadelphia, PA

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