Years of Lead Lyrics

Feds at the gate

Snake on the sword

Arms for the poor

Take what is yours

Lead in the paint

Clip full of lead

The dead in the way

Script full of death

Take what the kept

At seventeen they had me in the county with the big boys

Let me say that

I only met my father once but he told me find something you'll be great at

A robbery that had the cops up in the high school gunning with the task force

Guess I had the right idea

Nowadays I focus on the ones that ask for it

Fenian

Armalite is in the Honda almost hit the median

Class war up in the streets speeding up your karma

We got the ingredients

Take it up another gradient

And them grenades save them for the greediest

We're growing beards waiting for the trickle

Got us thinking something more immediate

And when we talk about the shootings now it's got a revolutionary reasoning

Chopper copping out the trunk space

Welcome to the Season of the Balaclava

You all propaganda with the pump fake

And the prison is my only alma mater

And I'm nodding out up in the drunk tank

It's the poverty that made us homicidal

An event to talk about it one day

May the rich become unsafe

Heaven protect us from men who live the illusion of danger

May the rich become unsafe

Kneel and pray to my gunsafe

My comrades took a blood oath

Your comrades need a blood bank

In North Philly smoking love boat until we found a cause for that gunplay

And it's RIP to my gung ho's never coming home

It took one taste

Yeah they trying to do me like I'm Trumbo

Blow the trombone. With the elephant gun and

You know I'm always going Dumbo

Tell me how fast can a skeleton run?

Is there a line from me being a felon to when the twin towers fell in '01?

When I was my daughter's age I was only two years away from a Felony One

And I'm wondering if this is the type of shit I should be telling my son

I never thought that it would happen to me

I never thought that it would happen to me

You never think that it'll happen to you

Oblivion is where the tragedy sleeps

They raided Dom he had my gat in his room

He kept it quiet almost passionately

He ate the charges with a fork and a spoon

He could have walked if he'd have ratted on me

To say my heart endured a torturous wound

I got the call and I collapsed to my knees

That morning I became a corpse in the room

Back to the needle it was natural to me

My brother died I was the fortunate son

I'm in the beater with the ratchet on me

Revenge is all that's now important

I've come to massacre the driver through the passenger seat

Woke up hours later in the hospital I had just badly OD'd

Chopper copping out the trunk space

Welcome to the Season of the Balaclava

You all propaganda with the pump fake

And the prison is my only alma mater

And I'm nodding out up in the drunk tank

It's the poverty that made us homicidal

An event to talk about it one day

May the rich become unsafe

May the rich become unsafe

May the rich become unsafe

May the rich become unsafe

And may our cliques become one gang