One With the Gun

Sun-beat street, 105 degrees
Spuds in flames, burning with indignity
Brothers and sisters with hands on their eyes
Policeman waiting for the big surprise
He's the one, the one with the gun
Ghetto child staring at a glossy magazine
Saturated colors, cleaner than his scene
Invisible faces that only appear
When the cameras pick up the violent veneer
They're all one, the one with the gun
When a man can't be a man
You can't be surprised to see the animal
It's not a question of revolution
This is the impression of devolution
Is this freedom, is this who we are?
Trading the chain for a big iron bar
Junkies and preachers cry out from the corner
Crabs in a barrel vie for the new order
If they've won, they've won with the gun
When a man can't be a man
You can't be surprised to see the animal
It's not a question of revolution
This is the impression of devolution



Credits
Writer(s): Jason William Lord, Matthew Brandon Griffo
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