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Текст песни Aztlan Underground - Killing Season

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[Chorus][Verse One]Death is becoming a way of lifeIt`s a killing season and the sun shines brightThe air you`re breathin` is getting hotI guess you better stopIt`s the summertime and young bodies begin to dropFrom pops of glocksBlood drips and bodies rotCaught in the crossfire look for coverYou hit a baby but the bullet was meant for anotherGoodbye sister, father, brother, motherIt`s okay mom cuz your baby didn`t sufferYour baby didn`t suffer, your baby didn`t sufferDarkness is closing inAnother 3 year old soul checks out with no sinIt`s a shame when you think of what might have beenLife wasn`t like this way back whenWhen I was a kid I used to stroll down the streetLike the world was my place to play and at my feetBut now for my child this time has long passedIt`s a new season and the role has been cast[Chorus] 2x[Verse Two]It`s hot as hell and he`s sick of this shitHis blood is boiling and his head is ready to splitCuz he`s a un-natural born killaMade from everything un-naturalA blood spillaNow, you can see him and his victimOn the news at 5 o`clockExploited by the networks"Hey kid, you hit the top"From pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rotFrom pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rotFrom pops of glocks blood drips and bodies rotThe bodies rot, the bodies rotI gather gray matterMakes an ugly messOn the concrete the same as the bullet to the chestStress to the brain and they took their best shotHomicide for pride the baby died, stopBack to the fetal positionA bullet in the brain creates this conditionCurled up into a little small ballI cry like a baby for a child so small[Chorus] 2x[Verse Three]Death to a 3 year old nino brings forever sleepThis we live with and this we keepHidden away, but this is the land of the free and home of the braveAnd someone has to paySo put a little face to that nameLook into his eyes and pray for the rainHere him laugh, hear him cryHear him calling in your suenos asking you why?A child`s reflection in his own bloodShots are loud but small bodies make a small thudBullets realizing their full potential to do damageSizing, paralyzing, leaving mothers left to manageA paraplegic how surrealistic is the music coming fromAn ice cream truck that`s too quickFor the little feet of a 3 year old soulIt makes me sickI`m watching the life flow out of a child`s body slowlyNow will you please save a stray bullet for meCuz if life is living to seeThe death of our children then I don`t wish to beHuman

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