Name: Killer For Hire by Shane As a MF
Duration: 2 min 54 s
Description: Unemployed killers don't qualify for welfare. That would be crazy.

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Breathe Me In

Dark Days Are Over

Drive By The Exit Sign

I Get Scared

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He kissed his kids in the parking lot light
Said, “Tell your mama I’ll be home tonight”
But the van pulled up, no name, no badge
Just a shadow swallowing up the past
Now the house is quiet, too quiet to breathe
Just echoes and questions, and government grief
He built the towers, cleaned the floors
Signed the lease but not the forms

She scrubbed the blood out of hospital sheets
Dreamed of green cards and Arizona heat
Then one wrong turn, one broken tail light
Now her name’s a whisper in the dead of night
And her daughter prays in perfect English
But mercy don’t speak any language
They're buried deep in files and codes
In desert camps no map has shown

He disappeared—like he was never here
Like a name erased from the face of the year
Vanished in daylight, behind barbed wire and fear
No charge, no trial, just gone
Disappeared

[Verse 3]
He worked the fields from dusk 'til sun
Picked your apples, picked your guns
But when the census man came down the road
His name was missing from every code
Now there's an empty bunk and folded clothes
And the wind still asks where the worker goes
Can you feel them in the static hum?
Do they haunt your streets when the day is done?

They disappeared—like they were never here
Like stories lost to a closing ear
Lined up in shadows, behind fences and fear
No rights, no name, just gone
Disappeared


Disappeared

A nostalgic soft rock ballad in B minor, blending elements of folk rock, pop rock, and subtle alt-country. The song reflects on growing up on a close-knit street, where memories of childhood freedom, connection, and place still echo through time. With warm acoustic tones and heartfelt storytelling, Where I Grew captures the essence of simpler days and lasting identity. Blending my own ideas with AI support – a journey shaped by feeling and code, via https://fadr.com

Killer For Hire

Shane As a MF

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