Frontlines

This is a song I wrote and recorded with Sims of Mpls. hip hop crew Doomtree. It is on his debut album "Lights Out Paris."

Left, right, march to your grave site
They got 'em ready on the front lines
Every man, woman and child for miles, single file
Take a number and we'll call you when it comes time
The air feels thick, not as thick as the black smoke blocking out the sunshine
Speak up, boy! they can't hear your voice and I never had a choice when they hung mine

You put up your pride they burn, gonna burn it down
You speakin' your mind they tun, gonna turn it down
They feed you they lies you worms better learn it now
Live by it, learn to smile/big riots burn a while

Thank you for saving us savages!
Godless primates that never had a prayer
Bottom of the food chain around where the maggots is
Stripping antagonists layer by layer

Do we divide our do we divide?
You don't believe in evolution or improving with time
So now you standing there telling me who's truly divine?
I know right from wrongdoing whereas you need a sign from the sky

Back! Back to where you all came!
Gimme every brother back lynched in your god's name
Your lord's gold-plated on a chain
Mine's hangin' from a tree by his neck in the rain

I got blood that walked the Trail of Tears, walked the Trail of Tears
Survived and kept comin'
How'm I s'posed to feel about honoring my country
When I'm lookin at their killers every time I see a 20?

What you talkin' 'bout you so patriotic?
I ain't fightin' in a war I don't believe dying for
Hide behind that sticker on your bumper
You ain't sending folded up flags back home to they mother
And you ain't overseas fighting, dying with the others
You would rather send your neighbor's niece's cousin's nephew's little brother
Hiding in your mansion in the suburbs like your god wouldn't judge you sleeping under silk covers

We 'bout to reach Vietnam numbers
While your President leads you in prayer for his blunders
We 'bout to reach Vietnam numbers
Why don't you go ahead and say me a prayer while you under

Left, right, march to your grave site
They got 'em ready on the front lines
Every man, woman and child for miles, single file
Take a number and we'll call you when it comes time
The air feels thick, not as thick as the black smoke blocking out the sunshine
Speak up, boy, they can't hear your voice and I never had a choice when they hung mine.