Rocket (Lyrics)
Word and music by Ionne
They all said we'd heal
On a rocket to paradise
I can't help but feel
Like we're running away
Several tons of steel
And we're lucky it flies
Speeding us from tears
That we'd rather delay
We saw him laying with a gun on the ground
While all the cops said he'd been running there were some in the crowd
That knew that no one takes a beating with a grin on their face
The way that no one needs a lesson in their value or place
He'd learned the fastest way ahead was when you're crossing a line
He raised awful lot of hell but only some of the time
That afternoon we saw him laying with a gun on the ground
While all the cops said he'd been running there were some in the crowd
That knew
His heart was gold
And he hadn't gone that far
Fifteen years old
Younger than you are
And he deserved
To try again
If we believe that our continuation
Means so much more than skin
But just like no one takes a beating with a grin on their face
And just like no one needs a lesson in their value or place
He'd learned the fastest way ahead was when you're crossing a line
He jumped across when he was hungry, which was most of the time
Just like the banker or the lawyer or the new magistrate
The only difference was his color and the dip in his gait
That afternoon he lost his balance in the heat of the day
He found a gun when he was looking for an easier way
He packed a Glock when what he needed was a bulletproof vest
To guard his honor and his story and the life in his chest
Against the people trained to see him as the problems he caused
Instead of looking at the system as the source of the fraud
Inside a planet that produces freely more than we need
They told him settle for a dollar and a handful of seed
That afternoon we saw him laying with a slug in his back
And while the cops said he'd been running there were phones that had tracked
The truth
They all said we'd heal
On a rocket to paradise
I can't help but feel
Like we're running away
Several tons of steel
And we're lucky it flies
Speeding us from tears
That we'd rather delay
Take what we know
From here to Mars
Make sure these patterns
Are copied on the stars
Or stay on Earth
And start again
If we believe that our continuation
Means so much more than skin
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