Jordan Lorea - 12ga lyrics

Oh they've got their targets all lined up in a row, a bullet through the head to k** a home We're watching as our fellow man is torn into pieces, claiming that it's their fault act better or find Jesus No one should be carried to their coffin in a bag. What will the body count be before we take it back? Seven words You have the right to remain silent It's like the darkness of your skin determines how much your life is worth. So many already left dead in the dirt. "Don't k** me" shouldn't be the last thought to fill your head to some their lives are only worth half an ounce of lead Dehumanize and paint them the way they see fit A criminal, a low life, the worst kind of scum A petty thief who had it coming to him Now he's six feet deep cause they were intimidated Seven words No hope No rights No one wins Don't forget this I hear you mother f**ers talk about it, but I stay seeing bodies with the mother f**ing chalk around it Learn your rights Save your life