Shotguns

Throw your hands in the air where my fist is I make my rhymes Ernest Keep delivering shotguns My time's turning Hemingway to literate rock puns With Slytherin litterin little cigarette smoked butts They huffing and they puffin but the straw men all stay up They stay tough, news now be the fake stuff The president is lying and the evidence cakes up And say what? Karaoke the news like a Twitter is Considered even truer than true life The diary of trump be the fiery clue like You think you know but you have no idea Spit a written though until the whole world see A kid in camp, kid in cell, kid how you see it? I'm a man seeing well, shit Seeing demons on the tv screen and things we Read are seeming like a TV scene but no one screams Like a TV scene but no one screams Just stare, sort of whisper, like a hashtags gonna make a difference Thoughts and prayers, like a bitch does Burning ash down burn the whole clique bruh Said I'm there, my word's different But what's a word against the whole mission Fuck a fight fair, fight vicious Throw your hands in the air where my fist is Throw your hands in the air where my fist is Dropped a few girls and the same amount of fucks And I drop a few bars when I'm feeling to give it up Feeling to give hell feeling to spit well like water Feeling to live now feeling take shit not barter I'ma lead the people to the king front door Speak with evil and speak what y'all for Being American used to be something that we could be proud of and we Could be more than just out in shadows of men that be poorly adjusted Currency currently hanging flags with the enemy, I mean really g? I been waking up waiting for the bomb drop Now waking up seeming like the time is off I been waking up waiting for the bomb drop When the people is awake we could stop it all Just stare, sort of whisper, like a hashtags gonna make a difference Thoughts and prayers, like a bitch does Burning ash down burn the whole clique bruh Said I'm there, my words different But what's a word against the whole mission Fuck a fight fair, fight vicious Throw your hands in the air where my fist is We knew the world would not be the same A few people laughed, a few people cried Most people were silent Throw your hands in the air where my fist is