Running For My Life In Decatur

[Verse 1]
Boarded-up house on the corner
Sirens sing like 3 a.m. choir
Broken glass, back alley rumors
Light a smoke off the dumpster fire
Tires screech by the playground
Chalk on the curb, not from school
Whole block praying for a way out
Whole block plays by different rules
[Chorus]
I’m running for my life in Decatur
Laughing while the whole world burns
Pain in my lungs, but I’m breathing
I keep cutting these sharp turns
Yeah, this town got guns and angels
Pills in the cracks of the street
I’m running for my life in Decatur
And the fear keeps moving my feet (hey!)
[Verse 2]
Grandma’s cross on the dashboard
She says “baby, keep your head low”
I’ve seen halos made of barcodes
Seen devils in their church clothes
Friends disappear in the rearview
Tattooed names on my wrist
Heard a kid make a wish on a shell case
Then he laughed, said “it don’t exist”
[Chorus]
I’m running for my life in Decatur
Laughing while the whole world burns
Pain in my lungs, but I’m breathing
I keep cutting these sharp turns
Yeah, this town got guns and angels
Pills in the cracks of the street
I’m running for my life in Decatur
And the fear keeps moving my feet (go, go!)
[Bridge]
Love this place / hate this place
Same block, same face
Every chase, every close call
Is the pulse that keeps me awake
[Chorus]
I’m running for my life in Decatur
Laughing while the whole world burns
Pain in my lungs, but I’m breathing
I keep cutting these sharp turns
Yeah, this town got guns and angels
Pills in the cracks of the street
I’m running for my life in Decatur
Got scars where my heart should be (oh)
I’m running for my life in Decatur
Till these cracked-up roads set me free

rap, Crunchy punk guitars over hard-hitting trap drums, distorted 808s and snarling rap-rock flow; verses spit-talking tension and dark humor, choruses explode into shouted gang vocals and stacked harmonies. Short feedback squeals between sections, energy stays high and frantic from start to finish., punk, hard rock