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 fucking 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 fucked 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 fucking pay me