Waco - OH, MANHATTAN

Fuck no this isn’t Waco

They could never keep this shit on the down low

When the ATF comes to bust down my door

They’ll be staring down the barrel of a loaded 44

The blood on my hands will not be mine

They’re will be no innocent children underground this time

Can’t you see the chalk on the asphalt?

We’ve abandoned the American Dream

They call it cold blood, I call it progress