O.Children - The Realest

Tired of grieving, tired deceiving,
Looking for something the world ought believing
Silence won’t give us a home, violence will give us a home
Overachieving, gifted with nothing
Believing, abducted, boatings, surviving,
Silence won’t give us a home, violence will give us a home
This ain’t the gospel, this is the realest,
Liars, and cheaters, morons, believers,
Silence won’t give us a home, violence will give us a home
Patients are grewing, craving the legion
Touching the horizon, word out for doing,
Silence won’t give us a home, violence will give us a home

Look out! See it? Angles flying up the air
Reach out the realest, we ain’t going nowhere.

I’m a sentiment with no head count
Some soldiers said that she said
Silence won’t give us a home, violence will give us a home
I was born again in a rich town, sand graft down my hand and she said
Silence won’t give us a home, violence will give us a home

Look out! See it? Angles flying up the air
Reach out the realest, we ain’t going nowhere
Fast.

Walking, murder, hoping, praying
Fire and included, what you believin’?
Silence won’t give us a home, violence will give us a home
This ain’t a gospel, this is the realest
Come out and save it, just like you mean it.
Silence won’t give us a home, violence will give us a home

Look out! See it? Angles flying in the air
Reach out the realest, we ain’t going nowhere