When Pigs Fly
/Ramblin’ n rantin’ ‘bout frantic men danglin’ da dang thing
Commandin’ pedantic scramblin’ to correct da standin’
Don’t under stand but be understandin’
Dem guns got rounds, pop real loud
Big black brolic men toppled by tiny phallic things
Tremblin’ at fear of tremblin’ to men just goin’ ‘bout their day
Spendin’ time out the way before some shaky badged bratty batshit crappy copper trigger happy let the hammer end life madly
When da fuck did da truck fill up wit blue ducks just followin’ the line?
Talkin’ ‘bout how takin’ a walk in ya own hood is now a crime
Just like dat da tremblin’ startin’ all over
Because everyone knows, they closin’ in
Badge just convicted got those in blue feelin’ like tiny men
Ain’t no lyin’ when there’s footage of children cryin’ wit them standin’ over Bryan’s body layin’ on the ground as his wife’ tryin’ to keep his thoughts from flyin’ out
Message boards wit posts in hordes of complaints and threats aimed towards those choices of course
It all lands in da books and the struggle to face it will only increase in how tough it’ll be once it hooks
Dat chill down they spine is real fine, they scared of dyin’ in the hole they’ll find themselves
By Mark Delaware
From: United States