March 22 Lyrics

Come inside, run inside

Fall in line before our hands are tied

Grand demise, it's fear that puts the weapon at our side

Tragic times, it's so real we got to fantasize

Close your eyes and look alive before it's do or die

Who am I to look it in the eye and pass it by

A massive cry to passers-by come when the masses die

A tax applied to hapless lives, no matter Black or white

Attack and fight, the rappers write, it just comes back to bite

Back to bite us, the walls are starting to fill with writing

A vicious cycle, the thunder comes before enlightening

The lightning strikes again, again the fear is heightening

Solutions seemingly easier but remain unsightly

But the question ain't elaborate

They'd rather have tragedy passively happen than act on it

Back to back, wackos with Macs, gats, and tactical packs

Ransack and rampage, then turn the page and run it back

Unpack and unload on classes and rows

The maddest of foes, the saddest of tolls

It happens some more, the clapping of poles

Then after they blow, we capture them whole

They lack in the polls, and the madness

Goes

On, we're thinking and praying about you but just move

On, our weapon is what independence is dependent

On, more prevalent than anywhere but dare not take their

Guns, the constitution trumps the destitution we've become

Come inside, run inside

Fall in line before our hands are tied

Grand demise, it's fear that puts the weapon at our side

Tragic times, it's so real we got to fantasize

Close your eyes and look alive before it's do or die

Who am I to look it in the eye and pass it by

A massive cry to passers-by come when the masses die

A tax applied to hapless lives, no matter Black or white

Attack and fight, the rappers write, it just comes back to bite

Have you seen the other side

Other guys, other lives, and the mothers cry

Wonder why it had be this way, look for a sign

But the writing's on the wall, and we're out of time

Out of line, out of bounds, and we flagrant foul

The referees quit their jobs, and forsake us now

The newest generation wonders if they'll make it out

We let the corporations set fire to a paper town

Now it's burning down around us and we're worried 'bout the founders

It's 2021 and they still wanna hear John Adams

They asking what Washington would say about the gun violence

Worried 'bout an era when bullets didn't come with shrapnel

Worried 'bout a time in the past, but the only worry should be the state of the mind that Allows

Another human being to watch all the shootings relapse

And write a bill protecting guns, tryna get it passed, telling kids to

Come inside, run inside

Fall in line before our hands are tied

Grand demise, it's fear that puts the weapon at our side

Tragic times, it's so real we got to fantasize

Close your eyes and look alive before it's do or die

Who am I to look it in the eye and pass it by

A massive cry to passers-by come when the masses die

A tax applied to hapless lives, no matter Black or white

Attack and fight, the rappers write, it just comes back to bite

Come inside, run inside

Fall in line before our hands are tied

Grand demise, it's fear that puts the weapon at our side

Tragic times, it's so real we got to fantasize

Close your eyes and look alive before it's do or die

Who am I to look it in the eye and pass it by

A massive cry to passers-by come when the masses die

A tax applied to hapless lives, no matter Black or white

Attack and fight, the rappers write, it just comes back to bite