.:Umpqua Blues:.

 

Incoherent bursts...a curse? No, not this...
This is a crunch time rhyme
Another seasonal shift, another body lift
Even Oregon can’t hide behind this riff
Again, it’s crying time. Grim Reaper grips-up his nine
Here again, Ego flips Igor hunched overtime
Grief on the TV again shown in prime; wherein
Each victim plays and pays; look a madman’s haze
Another strange guy into his dead ‘em phase
Could it be a sign? Are we into being blind?
Perhaps each time ‘til the end of time
But the picture here ain’t meant to be fine
The pressurized proof of caught by surprise
Where bodies stilled are still on the rise
Yes, the same shit, a different spot
Any NRA change? No, we think not
No, because they circumvent the negative
They do “us” because that’s their prerogative
Straight out a barreled slot
Cold investments in trigger pulls & whatnot
While we’re living life like we get it...seems to be...
View a round, lay it down; then forget it
For sure, that’s the scene as Barry done said it
Look, this shit don’t quit unless we amend it