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Hero Only in Your Mind
01:58
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Out here nothing’s fair
See behind your vacant stare
Face white as a sheet
Saw your head bounce off the street
Sheepdog bullshit ill-defined
Hero only in your mind
Murder with impunity
No accountability
Defend property
Defend supremacy
If you’re not sworn to protect
Then why can’t I save my own fucking neck?
We’ll find our justice on the street
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Run Like Hell
02:39
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Vice cops no-knocked through my front door
But they didn’t find what they’re looking for
Pablo’s feet are missing digits
Your walk back from the store ain’t safe, is it?
Crippled rats don’t move so well
If you see me, I’d run like hell
Better hope you got more legs than felony bail
I’d like to think that I’m on all ten
Out on the stoop and four beers in
DC pulls up in an old Corvette
He’s got some work for me that’s a bet
Judge has got freedom for sale
If you got the bread, just ride that rail
All the way back down to county jail
If you see me, I’d run like hell
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Shit-Sandwich
02:20
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Just a joke he said
But no one’s laughing yet
Don’t cross the blue line
Systemic silent crimes
One law for them
Taste your own medicine
Show no regret
Force-fed a shit sandwich
Restitution incomplete
Til we share what’s left to eat
King’s taste what’s good for you
Must be good for me, too
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Human Trash/Human Plague
02:39
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By the time this story ends
No one will fucking win
Only took a blip in time
To build impassable divides
We can’t get it straight
Fucked right from the gate
Time to eradicate
Nothing but human trash
Empires never last
Countdown to our own grave
End of the human plague
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Cast out in the distant margins
A prayer for your fucking troubles
On the third let’s check your head
It’s time that we respect the dead
It’s alright, Trae fucking said
Until all your friends are dead
Tim’s dead suicide by cop
Ran out with a hatchet he got dropped
Dan is cooking cream out in the sticks
Laws dropped on him like a ton of bricks
I’m sick of it
Fuck this shit
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Decay
02:13
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Looks like I’m down to my last dollar
I tried to drown all my sorry-to-bothers
Blow back another eight to seal my fate
Let’s see if I can take my body weight
Nothing to show prone to decay
Even the good times cause so much pain
Nothing lasts but we will
Jewel in the crown is I feel nothing
For precious moments no longer running
Non-substantial states, it’s all a waste
Underneath this blank expression a life of hate
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Criminal Intent
02:37
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Roofie took a pint to the face
Cops hemmed me up at Dewey and Main
(Criminal intent)
Gimme action sometimes means
There might be a few casualties
They want us locked up, can’t you see?
Fines and fees, that’s job security
What we’re meant to be
Ol boy never made it through the crosswalk
Plainclothes bastards all over the block
(Criminal intent)
Can’t dispute the laws that be
When they pay these fuckers’ salaries
The sacred myth of mobility
Spits you out right back onto the street
Where you’re meant to be
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This life makes me sick
God didn’t do the trick
There’s a wall, let’s see what sticks
Boot soles fall isochronous
I live for you, will you live for us?
Give me something I can trust
Violent adhesive
That’s all that we can give
I looked and could not find
Outside of our own kind
They hate us, I can’t stand them
No rest no quarter outside our friends
So keep your hands up and tuck your chin
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