Elemental Zazen - Blood On The Track lyrics

(The flags at half mast) Blood on the track Stuck bubbling crack Got us under attack Feel it from the front to back I've begun to snap Stock brokers funneling cash From lobbyists to the government Cover the map They're in love with the gat Use it on the poor and the black Blaming the same neighborhoods Where the coroners at And foreigners trapped While they stay ignoring the facts Should be a war of cla** But we're scared of questions that's important to ask Don't ever question my heart Got thirty lives like up down twice left right twice select start Almost forgot the double B A hit replay See me spray the double barrel red spread in three ways Top bottom and middle It's a riddle why some carry a pistol when the violence is invisible That's why I'm non-commital You get served a dismissal quick like gristle so be glad I quit sniffing the crystal Stuck sad they dissed you no one picked you Cause you dropped the ball when you had em in a pickle It's what you deserve trying to pander to the fickle Hear me whistle then you catch a f**ing hammer and the sickle A bandaged for the damaged and the grammer is pitiful The schools are are bullsh** and the future looks abysmal Skip cla**, get drunk as f**, throw up that's the ritual Like it's medicinal overdose on pepto bismol Parents are shocked at what these godforsaken kids'll do But when it mattered they always sided with the principal Stick you into rehab and never come and visit you Then they're surprised, don't understand why your miserable It's an act, they never cared, they're not pissed at you Just embara**ed that your theirs, not correctly political They're only critical, can't see that you're an individual that's original Look what they f**ing did to you Never let you reach your pinnacle now you're cynical Think a miracle is nothing more than satirical It's not only subliminal, your happiness is minimal Consider an expectation to be criminal They put the fear in you, now you're scared of life in general Can't come to grips, feeling contrite and expendable They gave you the pencil, provided the perfect stencil k**ed your potential told you to keep it confidential The addiction was inevitable and essential Eventual no accident or parental Guidence to provide the science of the existential Your body is not a temple, it's a rental Bump a line and leave the residue, what you meant to do It's been fed to you since the crib and tormented you While everyone takes everyone ahead of you Instead of you Time for you to figure the f** out what you better do