Grayson Walker - March 22 Lyrics

Come inside, run inside
Fall in line before our hands are tied
Grand demise, it's fear that puts the weapon at our side
Tragic times, it's so real we got to fantasize
Close your eyes and look alive before it's do or die
Who am I to look it in the eye and pass it by
A massive cry to passers-by come when the masses die
A tax applied to hapless lives, no matter Black or white
Attack and fight, the rappers write, it just comes back to bite
Back to bite us, the walls are starting to fill with writing
A vicious cycle, the thunder comes before enlightening
The lightning strikes again, again the fear is heightening
Solutions seemingly easier but remain unsightly
But the question ain't elaborate
They'd rather have tragedy passively happen than act on it
Back to back, wackos with Macs, gats, and tactical packs
Ransack and rampage, then turn the page and run it back
Unpack and unload on classes and rows
The maddest of foes, the saddest of tolls
It happens some more, the clapping of poles
Then after they blow, we capture them whole
They lack in the polls, and the madness
Goes
On, we're thinking and praying about you but just move
On, our weapon is what independence is dependent
On, more prevalent than anywhere but dare not take their
Guns, the constitution trumps the destitution we've become
Come inside, run inside
Fall in line before our hands are tied
Grand demise, it's fear that puts the weapon at our side
Tragic times, it's so real we got to fantasize
Close your eyes and look alive before it's do or die
Who am I to look it in the eye and pass it by
A massive cry to passers-by come when the masses die
A tax applied to hapless lives, no matter Black or white
Attack and fight, the rappers write, it just comes back to bite
Have you seen the other side
Other guys, other lives, and the mothers cry
Wonder why it had be this way, look for a sign
But the writing's on the wall, and we're out of time
Out of line, out of bounds, and we flagrant foul
The referees quit their jobs, and forsake us now
The newest generation wonders if they'll make it out
We let the corporations set fire to a paper town
Now it's burning down around us and we're worried 'bout the founders
It's 2021 and they still wanna hear John Adams
They asking what Washington would say about the gun violence
Worried 'bout an era when bullets didn't come with shrapnel
Worried 'bout a time in the past, but the only worry should be the state of the mind that Allows
Another human being to watch all the shootings relapse
And write a bill protecting guns, tryna get it passed, telling kids to
Come inside, run inside
Fall in line before our hands are tied
Grand demise, it's fear that puts the weapon at our side
Tragic times, it's so real we got to fantasize
Close your eyes and look alive before it's do or die
Who am I to look it in the eye and pass it by
A massive cry to passers-by come when the masses die
A tax applied to hapless lives, no matter Black or white
Attack and fight, the rappers write, it just comes back to bite
Come inside, run inside
Fall in line before our hands are tied
Grand demise, it's fear that puts the weapon at our side
Tragic times, it's so real we got to fantasize
Close your eyes and look alive before it's do or die
Who am I to look it in the eye and pass it by
A massive cry to passers-by come when the masses die
A tax applied to hapless lives, no matter Black or white
Attack and fight, the rappers write, it just comes back to bite