Run The Jewels - ​a few words for the firing squad (radiation) lyrics

I woke up early once again
That's four days straight
I didn't wake you, baby
I just watched you lay
In the radiation of the city sun
I am in love with you, it is my only grace 
(Woo) you know how everything can seem a
Little out of place? All of my life
That seemed to be the only normal state
So feelin' normal never really
Meant me feelin' sane
And bein' clear about the truth and bein'
Sane have never really been the same
I used to wanna get the chance
To show the world I'm smart (Ha)
Isn't that dumb? I should've focused
Mostly on the heart
'Cause I seen smarter people trample
Life like it's an art
So bein' smart ain't what it used to be
That's fuckin' dark


You ever notice that the worst of
Us have all the chips?
It really kinda takes the sheen
Off people gettin' rich
Like maybe rich is not the holy, ever-lovin'
King of nothin' fuckers
Know we know you're bluffin'
You are dealing with the
Motherfuckin' money-money runners

It'd be a lie if I told you that
I ever disdained the fortune and fame
But the presence of the
Pleasure never abstained
Me from any of the pain
When my mother transitioned to another plane
I was sitting on a plane
Tellin' her to hold on, and she tried hard
But she just couldn't hang been two years
Truth is I'll probably never be the same
Dead serious
It's a chore not to let myself go insane
It's crippling
Make you wanna lean on a cup of promethazine
But my queen say she need
A king, not another junkie
Flunky rapper fiend
Friends tell her, "He could
Be another Malcolm
He could be another Martin"
She told her partner
"I need a husband more than
The world need another martyr"
Made in Atlanta, Georgia
Where I use to ride the MARTA
With a empty 22 in the front
Pocket of my Braves Starter
Tryin' to make it out the mud as
A baby father is much harder
The same children that you love and adore
The court'll use to break and rob ya
Circumstance woulda broke a weaker man
But I put it on my mama
I'm a man of honor and the hardship
Made me a better money runner

This is for the never heard
Never even got a motherfuckin' word
This is for my sister, Sarah, honey
I'm so sorry you were hurt (Ayy)
This is for the dawn, mama took a knock
Had to change the locks
Dusted up and brushed off and I watched
Talk about a boss
For the holders of a shred of heart
Even when you wanna fall apart
When you're surrounded by the fog
Treadin' water in the ice cold dark
When they got you feelin' like a fox
Runnin' from another pack of dogs
Put the pistol and the fist up
In the air, we are there, swear to God

Black child in America
The fact that I made it's magic
Black and beautiful, the world
Broke my mama heart, and she died an addict
God blessed me to redeem her
In my thoughts, words, and my actions
Satisfaction for the devil
Goddammit, he'll never, ever have it
This is for the do-gooders that the
No-gooders used and then abused
For the truth tellers tied to the
Whippin' post, left beaten, battered
Bruised for the ones whose body hung from a
Tree like a piece of strange fruit
Go hard, last words to the firing squad was
"Fuck you too"

This is the story of a
Couple of small-time hustlers
Framed by crooked cops and forced to
Make a run for their lives
Nothin' but a bag of money
A stolen Buick Grand National
And each other to their names
They ain't friends, exactly
These guys have a better chance
Of killin' each other than beatin' the odds
No sir, they're brothers
And when the chips are down
I really don't think you wanna bet against
Yankee and the Brave
(Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
Yankee and the Brave
(Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
Yankee and the Brave
(Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
Yankee and the Brave
(Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
Yankee and the Brave
(Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
Yankee and the Brave
(Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
Oh, Yankee and the Brave
(Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)
Yankee and the Brave
(Brave, Brave, Brave, Brave)