Fin

Slept on a deathbed in Nails, sippin' on Molotov cocktails

Cock out, screamin' fuck the world, cops tripling up the body count

Automatic weapon in the mouth of a beast, celebrities singin' about peace

I'm singin' about physical blood that we bleed, armored vehicle, ATV

They just run yell about the kids being PC, Pepe the frog drawn on a machine gun

Don't nobody want to admit the dream's done

Martin Luther King was martyred for the sin of believing in humans, even those that hated him

Pigs couldn't watch him win, truth is, he wouldn't even forgive them

Sold as a saint, head on a plate, holiday and street name face on a stamp

By the same state and clan, that planned that attacked many years back

Never let him live to see everything he did

It seems we've been fucked too long, like sting

Seen bright eyes turn green

This could be the first day of our lives, I think

Probably gonna ruin it quick

It seems we've been fucked too long, like sting

Seen bright eyes turn green

This could be the first day of our lives, I think

Open an umbrella to protect from the tear gas, tears still roll down fast

Every time we see another innocent killed, people cry over broken glass

Open an umbrella to protect from the tear gas, tears still roll down fast

Every time we see another innocent killed, people cry and forget fast

Every time we see another innocent killed

We're so famous, no one's even workin'

Selfie flashin', won't shut up or focus

On a bigger picture, all is jokes and temporary goals, and it feels hopeless

Never had their macro lenses open, so reaction trumps it all, I notice

Scream at each other while the boss in the back counts

Racks and bones of those who died from COVID

Marx had called it long ago, monopoly capital grows too large to control

Neoliberal saviors try to ease it, but will never make a vaccine for corporate diseases

Please, feel free to disagree, but we see history repeats consistently

Fisticuffs came and went, the system

Ripped us up and left the left for dead

Bodies and brains and creativity drained for the profit and gain of a slave master

Paying the minimum wage, natural disaster

Cancer, get the fuck out of my face, I ain't got an answer

But they're acting like its a privilege to sit and speak in this country

That wouldn't even flinch or weep

For innocent teens, shot in city streets by these obscene cowardly police

Dancing and celebration can be the physical manifestation of a scream

Burning down a police station may be the physical manifestation of a scream