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Aztlan Underground - "Killing Season"
Lyrics to Killing Season : [Chorus] [Verse One] Death is becoming a way of life Its a killing season and the sun shines bright The air youre breathin is getting hot I guess you better stop Its the summertime and young bodies begin to drop From pops of glocks Blood drips and bodies rot Caught in the crossfire look for cover You hit a baby but the bullet was meant for another Goodbye sister, father, brother, mother Its okay mom cuz your baby didnt suffer Your baby didnt suffer, your baby didnt suffer Darkness is closing in Another 3 year old soul checks out with no sin Its a shame when you think of what might have been Life wasnt like this way back when When I was a kid I used to stroll down the street Like the world was my place to play and at my feet But now for my child this time has long passed Its a new season and the role has been cast [Chorus x2] [Verse Two] Its hot as hell and hes sick of this shit His blood is boiling and his head is ready to split Cuz hes a un-natural born killa Made from everything un-natural A blood spilla Now, you can see him and his victim On the news at 5 oclock Exploited by the networks "Hey kid, you hit the top" From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rot The bodies rot, the bodies rot I gather gray matter Makes an ugly mess On the concrete the same as the bullet to the chest Stress to the brain and they took their best shot Homicide for pride the baby died, stop Back to the fetal position A bullet in the brain creates this condition Curled up into a little small ball I cry like a baby for a child so small [Chorus x2] [Verse Three] Death to a 3 year old nino brings forever sleep This we live with and this we keep Hidden away, but this is the land of the free and home of the brave And someone has to pay So put a little face to that name Look into his eyes and pray for the rain Here him laugh, hear him cry Hear him calling in your suenos asking you why' A childs reflection in his own blood Shots are loud but small bodies make a small thud Bullets realizing their full potential to do damage Sizing, paralyzing, leaving mothers left to manage A paraplegic how surrealistic is the music coming from An ice cream truck thats too quick For the little feet of a 3 year old soul It makes me sick Im watching the life flow out of a childs body slowly Now will you please save a stray bullet for me Cuz if life is living to see The death of our children then I dont wish to be Human [ Killing Season Lyrics ]
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