A Bad Itch

The sound of gunfire comes pounding down the street,

The bpm around 110...

Ya hear it on the tv, it's always on the tube -

The victims always look like you...

The foundation's cracking, even store bought rebels know -

Think of all the places you won't go...

`cause now you see a stranger and you cross the street -

Walk straight ahead and listen for his feet now...there it is again...

Negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain...

It's gettin hard not to say this - there's something we gotta face here...

The little words that slip out: you better think about what you're thinking,

When you pin the blame on people you don't know..

We used to speak of justice, not self preservation -

But sometimes you talk about getting a gun now...there it is again...

Negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain...

It's gettin hard not to ask this: are you becoming a racist?