Oh, Manhattan - Waco lyrics

f** no this isn't Waco They could never keep this sh** on the down low When the ATF comes to bust down my door They'll be staring down the barrel of a loaded 44 The blood on my hands will not be mine They're will be no innocent children underground this time Can't you see the chalk on the asphalt? We've abandoned the American Dream They call it cold blood, I call it progress