Grime Decay

I'm depressed. I don't care about shit
I wrote an open letter to the open market
I was a radical once
Now I'm nothing... or a satellite guest on the front lines
I'm not scared. Oh no, I'm hopeful
Just a flick of the wrist and a permanent tick
I'm still hopeful, but a little unhinged
I'm anxious. I can't care about nothing
I penned an open letter to an american vet
I was a radical once
Now the oppressor... or a satellite guest and a living room fixture
Watch your cover
Watch the streets
Watch your mouth
Keep the peace
Wash the concrete
Wash the street
Wash your mouth
Wash the police (Fuck the police)



Credits
Writer(s): Erick Sánchez, Steven Cook
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