Seventeen with a glock Anything fi the stack Trigger squeeze man a drop And a nuh trees man a chop Change your route, watch your back 'Cause a family a set your trap yeah Mommy pressure rise she collapse Another dream in a box If I could take it back Give you all that you lack Switching the balance From a history of violence Giving you an avenue Express yourself Making you less reliant On a history of violence Bad man come in inna di broad day AR-15 clear di hallway None of this makes no sense People suffering in silence Di Don fi di road has fallen Reprisal early a morning After all is said and done It's a war that can't be won But if we could find hope when there is none Imagine all the things we'd overcome Ooh yeah If I could take it back Give you all that you lack Switching the balance From a history of violence Giving you an avenue Express yourself Making you less reliant On a history of violence I know you already got the nine shine but Tell me you don't pray to see the sun rise Freedom over always trying to pick sides Handcuffs ain't the bracelets we had in mind Make sure that our daughters and our sons fine Brighter tomorrows than yellow tape lines Play without the worry of a drive by No more bullets raining in the night sky So much trauma the youths them need healing Learn how fi deal with dem feelings Show them there's another way to be So much more to life than we can see Bigger dreams, different reality Inner peace, a little clarity A chance to love the one who stares back in the mirror If I could take it back Give you all that you lack Switching the balance From a history of violence Giving you an avenue Express yourself Making you less reliant On a history of violence If I could take it back Give you all that you lack Switching the balance From a history of violence Giving you an avenue Express yourself Making you less reliant On a history of violence

Halcyon days are not a thing Nostalgia is no excuse for stupidity I don't believe in golden ages Or presidents that put kids in cages America awaits on bended knee Can't you see Sweet children, Locke's burden Why did mother draw the curtains Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember) Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Utopia is an opiated dream What we want is an open society One torn and frayed at the edges With pages of imperfect changes And every hallmark of rationality Can't you see Sweet children, Locke's burden Why did mother draw the curtains Free will is your dilemma (what will the dust remember) Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? At the end of history nobody will be innocent Of naked crimes against eternity Now we're in the last second of our December Tell me how do you want to be remembered For generosity or a fucking monstrosity Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history? Tell me where do you really want to be? At the end of history?