99 (Explicit)-Jay 305/Larry June

In city shoes Of clueless blues Pays the views And no mans news Blades will fade from blood to sport The h****n's cut these fuses short Drink and frame this pain I think I'm melting silver poles my dear You bleed your wings and then disappear Smithereens have got 'em scaling heights Modern times come talk me down And battle lines are drawn across this town Ghetto stones instead of chains And nothing's changed Riot like 1968 again The days of rage yeah nothing's changed Well pretty flames In school I would just bite my tongue The flags are false and they contradict They point and click which wounds to lick On avenues this christian breeze Turns it's heart to more needles please Our eyes roll back and we beg for more It frays this skin and then underscore The case for war you spin and bleed The sales you feel screensavers feed The girls you breed the soaps that you write The graceless charm of your gutter snipes The moving scenes and suburbanites And smithereens got 'em scaling heights Modern times come talk me down The battle lines are drawn across this town Ghetto stones instead of chains Hearts and minds and us planes Nothing's changed Riot like the 1980's again The days of rage yeah nothing's changed More pretty flames