Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sebastian Kole
Performer
Jason Evigan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Evigan
Composer
Coleridge Tillman
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Evigan
Producer
Rafael Fadul
Recording Engineer
David Kim
Mixing Engineer
Blackwood-Studios
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Moment of silence I just watched him die live
They say you living wrong if they kill you with your eyes open
So I just question if my eyes are open
More beautiful for spacious skies
I just made a milly telling children kill a **** just to waste some time
Is it a waste of time
Was it worth it
Gentlemen this is a genocide
Pick a side pick your sign up
picket lines up pick your signs up
We could wake up like a wicked line up if we could line up
Real life getting in the way
I gotta bottle of liquor limes up
She got a booty we make a movie then wake up to the news of another shooting
What can we do its America the beautiful
Red eyes, white lines I wonder what the blue is for
You and yours might’ve witnessed a few of yours
But nothing like this American funeral, funeral
Cry children cry
Baby run for your life
Pray children pray to save the nation from the grave
Cry children cry
Baby run for your life
Pray children pray to save the nation from the grave
Hey though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil
My country tis of thee sweet land of liberty
It's hard for my to sing about the forefathers,
Fathers are a rarity to me
See nobody’s got them
The tattoos we use to pay our homage
In the aftermath are Reaganomics
We’ve been wasting time can we be honest
We fall way beyond can’t get beyond us
Gentlemen this is a genocide
Pick a side pick your sign up
picket lines up pick your signs up
We could wake up like a wicked line up if we could line up
Real life getting in the way
I gotta bottle of liquor limes up
She got a booty we make a movie then wake up to the news of another shooting
What can we do its America the beautiful
Red eyes, white lines I wonder what the blue is for
You and yours might’ve witnessed a few of yours
But nothing like this American funeral, funeral
Cry children cry
Baby run for your life
Pray children pray to save the nation from the grave
Cry children cry
Baby run for your life
Pray children pray to save the nation from the grave
Written by: Coleridge Tillman, Jason Evigan
