"The Bear Crawl" - A Udio Production

Made with Udio AI.
All respectful comments welcome, re: AI, politics, etc. Trust me, I'm a(n actual) songwriter, so I get it about AI.
Check out my human music, Phillips Merchant Band.
Lyrics by Udio & me:
Muscles straining beneath the load
Silent steps on a weathered road
Sweat drips down, the sun's embrace
Determination carved on his face
It's a haunting sight
His pulse ignites
He's got his target
In his sights
The wind blows soft
From the East
He breathes in hard
He grits his teeth
On the makeshift stage, his voice an iron blade
Rage and hope, in his eyes parade
Flags a-waving, crowd so thick
In the heat of the fight, the air is electric
With every word, he breaks the silence
A storm of passion, calls for defiance
It's a haunting sight,
It just don't feel right,
This mix of anger,
And hope and fright
In a sea of red,
And blue and white,
Something's in the air,
It don't feel right,
Oh oh, oh oh....
Scanning rooftops, hearts pounding fast
Through the scope, he sees a shadow cast
Across the way, an echo of his own
The tension builds, they're never alone
In that moment, two worlds collide
A silent face-off, on opposite sides
Through the glass, he spies the distant glare
Another soul, another pair
Of watchful eyes, a mirrored stare
This high stakes game, a sniper's lair
(Pop, pop, pop)
Tom pulls the trigger
(Pop, pop, pop)
Don touches his ear
(Pop, pop, pop)
Agent neutralizes
(Pop, pop, pop)
Don yells out to fight
Fight, fight, fight!
It's a hell of a sight
Fight, fight, fight!
It just don't feel right!
Whispers echo through the crowded streets
Voices low, on half-tuned beats
Theories fly, from side to side
Was it plotted dark, or a ruse gone wide?
In the silence, minds alight
Answers hiding in plain sight
Politicians cry, all about unity
But blame the other side, no opportunity
To find the peace we think we see
An endless waltz, hypocrisy
The boy is now a triple name
Remembered only for his shame
In a casket, awkward stares,
Conflicted sobs and empty chairs
We make our little narratives
Our stories become imperatives
An angry fist and a bloody face,
A story etched in boldface!
It don't feel right,
It just don't feel right,,,
And the thunder rolls,
Ohh, the thunder rolls,
From Butler,
To Milwaukee,
To Chicago, ohhh,
That thunder rolls
Oh, and I pray, yes, I pray,
For everyone, every one,
To grow up, grow up, grow up,
Grow up, grow up, grow up, grow-ohh-ohhhh up!
(Grace and love, grace and love, grace and love, grace and love)
I pray!
(Grace and love, grace and love, grace and love, grace and love)
Oh-oh-ohhh!
(Grace and love, grace and love, grace and love, grace and love)
I pray!
(Grace and love, grace and love, grace and love, grace and love)
Grace and love!
Ohhhh-oooo-ohhh!
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Any potential similarity to an actual human performer is truly unintended and coincidental.
No idea who took the photo; I'll happily remove it at the owner's request.