The Blues Remembers Everything the Country Forgot

Are these your dreams? Or violent memories?
 I have to wake from selectively
 Knowing your path can't be redeemed?
 And there's red everywhere I spy
 Resign my life to weight untied
 Know I'll be draggin' if I try
 And set my feet past where they occupy
 All day I travel these ruins
 And set my feet in pools brewing
 Running to a target moving
 But, ooh, I just keep walkin' through it
 Ooh, I just keep walkin' to it
 Ooh, and they just keep the target moving
 The blues remembers everything the country forgot
 Bloodstain, sweat, slip-knot
 Stop with cold chain
 More often than not
 The gaze the same
 Terror, terrain
 Christ in your organs, clot from the brain
 The blues remembers everything the country forgot
 Hands in the rot
 Slots in the swat
 Lynch swingin' on the block
 There goes the neighborhood
 Here comes mama with the Glock (bang, bang)
 The blues remembers everything the country forgot
 We waited and we watched, we waited and we watched
 Just up the block, eye on the spot
 No need to talk
 Notice the cops, three lights apart
 Back to the block
 We waited and we watched, we waited and we watched
 We waited and we watched, we waited and we watched
 Patient
 Slow meat in the pot
 Slow meat in the pot
 Oh, I just keep walkin' through it
 Ooh, I just keep walkin' to it
 Ooh, I just keep walkin' through it
 Ooh, I just keep walkin' to it
 There is no such thing as safety
 Because there is no such thing as industry and technology
 And risk and mitigation and insurance Without blackness