Good Mourning, America

We ain’t so different now are we?
Said the cop to the killer inside of me
I’ve heard your story, boy, and that shit gets old
We’ve got the right to take your life, so do just what you’re told
He ain’t so big dick now, is he?
(Play The victim. Won’t play the victim)
when compared to the heroin next to me
(She lives inside us all).
I’ve read about those storied boys, what about real girls?
More than a wife or giver of life, those antiquated roles

Now, that everybody’s listening will you
Shout or shut your mouth again?
Closed mouths again

You gotta learn to accept disparity
Said my mother to the fucker inside of me
You’re no Guevara, boy. Just a poor man’s Marx
Now I think you better take a step down off that cross
So- that shoe doesn’t fit you comfortably
(It doesn’t fit you. will never fit you)
So you’re better off cutting off both your feet
(Bootstraps that bind us all)
Because if you try to stand up you might look too tall
The bigger they are the better view we get to watch them fall

Ain’t no city like the one I’m from
That one time got me stressing
Hands up high praying I don’t get shot

Now that everybody’s listening, will you
Shout or shut your mouth again? Closed mouths again
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint. It’s hard to see when you don’t understand it at all
Now that everybody’s listening, will you
Shout or shut your mouth again? Closed mouths again
I’m a shame, but you’re a saint. Hard to think that you’d understand this at all

We don’t back away, we go that way now
(I never got it. I never ever got it)
Who got shot today? What’s your body count?
(We’ll never get it. You know we won’t get it)