He Dead - clipping., Ed Balloon

Protect your body

They want to take your body

They want to hurt your body

And put it in a coffin

'Cause they don’t think you matter, oh no

They want to take your power, oh no

And make you even lesser, oh no

And add you to the number

Don’t let them get close

They’re screamin' out murder

You’ve got to be cautious

Before they destroy ya

Don’t let them get close

They’re screamin' out murder

You’ve got to be cautious

Before they destroy ya

Can you feel it everywhere?

Oh, he dead

Can you feel it everywhere?

Oh, he dead

Can you feel it everywhere?

Oh, he dead

Can you feel it everywhere?

Oh, he dead

How fast can them bare feet run?

The answer is barely, isn’t it?

But you can’t stop for the pain

Pop another oxy, swallow, and hit the bricks

Follow the plan, you know all the tricks

Fire escape to the roof, stay low, stay low, stay low

When they screamin' out murder, they lookin' for you

They always lookin' for you, why the fuck they always lookin' for you?

Surely somebody must live without stiffness, ice in the spine

God you been runnin', so gotta keep runnin'

So so-and-so told you 'bout so-and-so's cousin

They got him and there wasn’t nothin' left for her to identify

Disappeared in the blink of a eyeball

Bounce, man, bounce, man

Oh, he dead

Lost and found, man

Oh, he dead

Used to be this girl 'round the way

Oh, she dead

Looked up to God and you pray

Oh, he dead, oh, she dead

What they say, you got loose, do not stop, do not dwell

On the past, you’s a fool, you got legs, best to use 'em

Don’t let them get close

You’ve got to be cautious

This ain’t knife to a gunfight, but more twig to a tank

They say these bullets hollow, holler if you feel the same

Say you need bullets silver, holler if you got a chain

Then this breeze make you shiver, holler if you feel the pain

Yeah, the molar is throbbin' insane, must be 'bout to rain again

Yeah, the older you get the less game they ought to be breakin' in

They like they meat fresh, so just stay alive, young man, feet to the road again

The echo of boots on the pavement is palpable off of the buildings,

they closing in

They hunt as a pack and they packin' more firepower than you ever imagined

The pack on your back rattles back and forth, no slack

Go faster, go faster, they masters of trapping and

You just a trapper who went for a Masters

And dropped out when it didn’t matter no more

Your body of work didn’t embody bodyin' bodies

And watchin' them pile on the floor

So what them books got you but dreams of everything lost?

What does sleep bring you but screams at night where you toss?

And turn hope into stone, your motto embossed

Stay alive at all costs

Can you feel it everywhere?

Oh, he dead

Can you feel it everywhere?

Oh, he dead

Can you feel it everywhere?

Oh, he dead

Can you feel it everywhere?

Oh, he dead

Don’t let them get close

They’re screamin' out murder

You’ve got to be cautious

Before they destroy ya

Don’t let them get close