Long Violent History

It's the worst that it's been Since the last time it happened It's happening again right in front of our eyes There's updated footage, wild speculation Tall tales and hearsay and absolute lies Being passed off as factual When actually the actual causes They're awkwardly blocking the way Keeping us all from enjoying our evening Shoving its roots through the screens in our face Now what would you get if you heard my opinion Conjecturing on matters that I ain't never dreamed In all my born days, this white boy from Hickman Based on the way that the world's been to me It's called me belligerent, it's took me for ignorant But it ain't never once made me scared just to be Could you imagine just constantly worrying Kicking and fighting, begging to breathe? How many boys could they haul off this mountain Shoot full of holes, cuffed and laying in the streets 'Til we come into town in a stark raving anger Looking for answers and armed to the teeth .30-06's and papaw's old pistol How many, you reckon, would it be? Four or five? Or would that be the start of a long violent history Of tucking our tails as we tried to abide? Or would that be the start of a long violent history Of tucking our tails as we tried to abide? --- Long Violent History - Tyler Childers