Hunting Season

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It's that time of the year where you stalk your prey 
Endless victims night to day 
Don't forget to get your license 
So you can show that legal violence 
And no matter how many you'll kill it'll be fun for you 
You'll say you feel like this is what you were born to do 
The rope to tie them up felt ever so natural 
Never let a chance to kill one slip past you 
But what happens when that season is year round 
How does that make you feel? 
How much faster does your heart pound? 
Kill the biggest one and you get the best prize 
Isn't that how it always was in your eyes 
The license you need is gold it's called a badge 
It projects your inner killer, sensations become mad 
And the game that you're hunting is your natural prey
Any person of color who you feel looks your way