The Blues Remembers Everything the Country Forgot

Are these your dreams? Or violent memories?

I have to wake from selectively

Knowing your path can't be redeemed?

And there's red everywhere I spy

Resign my life to weight untied

Know I'll be draggin' if I try

And set my feet past where they occupy

All day I travel these ruins

And set my feet in pools brewing

Running to a target moving

But, ooh, I just keep walkin' through it

Ooh, I just keep walkin' to it

Ooh, and they just keep the target moving

The blues remembers everything the country forgot

Bloodstain, sweat, slip-knot

Stop with cold chain

More often than not

The gaze the same

Terror, terrain

Christ in your organs, clot from the brain

The blues remembers everything the country forgot

Hands in the rot

Slots in the swat

Lynch swingin' on the block

There goes the neighborhood

Here comes mama with the Glock (bang, bang)

The blues remembers everything the country forgot

We waited and we watched, we waited and we watched

Just up the block, eye on the spot

No need to talk

Notice the cops, three lights apart

Back to the block

We waited and we watched, we waited and we watched

We waited and we watched, we waited and we watched

Patient

Slow meat in the pot

Slow meat in the pot

Oh, I just keep walkin' through it

Ooh, I just keep walkin' to it

Ooh, I just keep walkin' through it

Ooh, I just keep walkin' to it

There is no such thing as safety

Because there is no such thing as industry and technology

And risk and mitigation and insurance Without blackness