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!