V1
I'm in the bathroom getting ready for work
I don't say a damn word
when you wake up and walk by me down the hallway
I just study my face in the steaming mirror
I hate feeling like this
I really think you much blind
look through me every time
or maybe turn your head
I eat downstairs you eat in bed
but when I get there you play dead
in the dark where I've been led
it's a bullet through my head
I'm dead
Hook
Love kills, love kills
You said you wouldn't hurt me but you did
Love kills, love kills
I said I wouldn't hurt you but I did
V2
I can be your Celie
You could be my Mister
next time we can switch up
We'll both need a stitch up
I put my fist up
You can't let your guard down
Look at what we got now: dishes and joint accounts
We're drifting apart
wish we could go back to the start
you argue with me
from this union I could secede, that could be so sweet
both looking for chances to seize
looking for air we can breathe
reaping the crop that we seeded, yeah
Hook
Bridge
That's not love; that's lust
That's not faith; that's trust
That's not dirt; that's dust
That's not blood; that's rust
Hook
credits
from The Second Transgression,
released December 21, 2012
Music, lyrics, and vox - Babatunde Olaniran
supported by 6 fans who also own “Kill or Be Killed”
Listening to this a few years on, Chapter 319 feels almost melancholic, a reminder of the time where police abolition had nearly mainstream appeal. The tracks still make me furious at the bullshit cops continue to get away with. dninemfive
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