Last Straw

Burn this motherfucker down to the root
Put my hands in the air and they still fucking shoot
They say I’m emo, we’re surrounded by a culture of death
They kill our mothers and our brothers while they step on our necks
Then ask for respect, they take until we have nothing left
And then they expect, us not to get the fuck outta line?
Nah, this isn’t politics it’s genocide
But I couldn’t face the truth, so
I push my fingers into my
Eyes, it’s the only way to get this imag outside of my
Head, if it was up to them this whol country would leave us for
Dead, with no place to run and nowhere else left to
Hide, if it’s war they want, then bring it on
Motherfuckers!
This is the state of the American mind
Where you can get shot in the back without committing a crime
Fuck, we can’t even just go for a jog
Without some asshole around the corner just toting his gun
You force us to run, but now there ain’t no coming back
We’re under attack, this is what it feels like to be black
In America, apparently they fed us some lies
I couldn’t face the truth, so
I push my fingers into my
Eyes, it’s the only way to get this image outside of my
Head, if it was up to them this whole country would leave us for
Dead, with no place to run and nowhere else left to
Hide, if it’s war they want, then bring it on
Motherfuckers!