Notes from the 5th (feat. Carolina Black, Dominik Omega, D.R.A.M.A.T.I.C. & Jackson Whalan)

In these dark times I read headlines looking for light
Television telling lies to my vision my insight
Tells me revolution has been looming I feel like
If Trump doesn't get what he want he will strike
So I'm buying ammo battery packs and candles
My girl think I'm out of my gourd like look at Rambo
Desert E's M.R.E.s first aid kits
Smoke grenades and serrated blades Doomsday shit

I ride beat steady collapse is coming stay ready
Dissension in the streets so much beef it's so heavy
I bet he throws some gas and a match on the tinder box
Riot cops and socials locks burn it to the cinder blocks
Will it ever stop we make it hella hot while bullets pop
Breaking down shop bug-out bags stacked with extra Glocks
So we can flee the spot social decay turns to fucking rot
We need to sure up what we got before they fire the opening shot

Assuming position prepping the proper provisions
From these idiots with tiki torches on a vigilante mission
But a lot of liberals standing on the sidelines complacent
Look I got a whole fucking bunker I'm building in my basement
Cuz next Tuesday could turn into a civil war Doomsday
We got to get our act together before it's too late
I'm dumb-mad driving by these houses seeing Trump flags
Never empty-handed fighting for justice we bust back

I'll never deny that a higher power made me
Cuz nowadays folks have become a little power crazy
Oh what a clove hitch knot insanity weaves from the powers that be
Open for suggestion for all eyes to see
Bordering compound sirens ignited on these war grounds
Back to lottery for your children to barring arms now
Providing provisions for the bunker
It's a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder Doomsday taking me under



Credits
Writer(s): Jackson Whalan, Ian Christopher Evans, Eric Dewayne Shuman, Reginald Avery Wingo, Quintavious Walls
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