Chris Lockett - Killing Them Softly Lyrics

I don't know man, I don't know. Last few years
Life's gotten cheap. The monsters ain't just in the shadows, they're a broad damn daylight
Salute the general
Part three, the book of good deeds

Yes, sir. Sir, yes, sir
In military attire is how we stand on the ground. Lookin' death in the face like your
Life was hand-me-down. Put the barrel to your face, do you understand me now
Wasn't talking foreign language, misunderstand me how

Picture walking on a landmine, fire in the hole
All that mob blood money f*cking off a nigga's soul
Life will drain you on its own, niggas rock and never roll
Rather burn the hood down before you lose all the control

Disoccupation, I'm decorated, we segregate. We didn't have nowhere to go, but still we
Navigate. Love the way I narrate it, playing with my words. Pitching outside
By the bodies laying on the curve
Weapons free soon as your boots hit the floor. Never personal, know that business is war

Know that it was history when you keeping the score. You was real cool like you did
This before. Money wasn't everything, the power, you need more. We was reigning terror
In broad day, the dark side. Wasn't taking refugees, there's no room on our side. If
You get it, then you understand, it was like a plan. Over loyalty, we burn them and we

Hit them like a fan. Pull your body out the van, then we throw you in a can. All-American
Shooter, All-American Ruger. You was standing on your square, you standing in a manure
You hear that line? The line's for you. Don't make me laugh. For one people. It's a myth
Created by Thomas Jefferson. Oh, now you're gonna have a go at Jefferson, huh? My friend

Jefferson's an American saint, because he wrote the words, all men are created equal
Words he clearly didn't believe, since he allowed his own children to live in slavery
He was a rich wine snob, he was sick of paying taxes to the Brits. So yeah, he wrote some
Lovely words and aroused the rabble, and they went out and died for those words

Well, he sat back and drank his wine and f*cked his slave girl
This guy wants to tell me we're living in a community? Don't make me laugh
I'm living in America, and in America you're on your own
America's not a country, it's just a business. Now f*cking pay me