A Bad Itch

[Verse 1]
The sound of gunfire comes pounding down the street
A bpm around 110
Hear it on the TV
It's always on the tube
The victims always look like you
The foundation's cracking
Even store bought rebels know
Think of all the places you won't go
Now you see a stranger and you cross the street -
You walk straight ahead and listen for his feet
Now, there it is again

[Chorus]
Negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain
It's getting hard not to say this - there's something we gotta face here

[Verse 2]
The little words that slip out
You better think about what you're thinking
When you pin the blame on people you don't know
We used to speak of justice
Not self preservation
But sometimes you talk about getting a gun
Now, there it is again

[Chorus]
Negative thoughts bounce around, like a bad itch in the back of your brain
It's getting hard not to ask this: are you becoming a racist?