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letra de dirty bomb - crawdad

[verse 1: crawdad]
look at her now, handcuffed to the park bench, watching us tear down trees and build apartments
we think she’s heartless, but we neglected to eat the ripe fruit from the harvest
millions of lives she’s taken, not for granted, but the two can’t co-exist on the planet
we take her face, rape it and build a city, and she fights back and feels the pity
she’s an artist, an innovator, spent her recent years trying to take back the sin that we’ve made her
but her skin is sensitive and we’ve been a razor, removing her limbs is against her nature
her screams are hurricanes, pleas and cries are tornadoes
we ignore the obvious signs, -ssume she’s okay with our race though, we shape her like play dough
she fights, but most nights she bites down, takes those bumps and bruises we give her like a man
we on a mission to k!ll her yet she sticks out her hand, and offers help
we too preoccupied, all for self and none for her, won’t happen with this song, nah
cause we still the jigsaw, look at it now and tell me this sh-t’s wrong
now she’s sick can’t help herself and we’ve manipulated well, stuck her in this jaded cell and forced her just to fend for self
you don’t get it, she don’t want to do this, she’d gladly be a teacher if we’d be the student
she’s got years on us, in the millions, yet we’ve become corrupt in her eyes
from guests to civilians

[verse 2: crawdad]
(attention children cl-ss has been canceled)
law enforcement have got their hands full, she decided to jump on the piano and play the blues
volcanoes melt down a poor man’s shoes, women and children fall through cracks in the earth
we’ve attacked her since birth, the worst we could do has already been done
yo momma, that’s a big sun, i know son, please stay away
her bark and her bite pierce our skulls like razor blades
as we fade away we realize that we shaped our fate
bodies line the streets, skin dry as grapes, she left a message in the clouds
it’s too smoky to see through the wreckage of this town
what a perfect demonstration of a lost cause, yo, yo, yo who’s got gauze
homie over here is bleeding, plus he’s covered in the ceiling, i got a feeling time’s not healing what we’re dealing with, man this is real as sh-t, i knew she wasn’t feeling
and we wondering if she got more, a ball of flames, falls from the sky and hits a garage door
we fought more for a lost war than we ever did for her health
little boy kisses her cheek, bids his life farewell, follows the light to h-ll

- crawdad

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