The Purge

Sorry, country, I know you don't want this really, but

'Til we get us some justice, we fucking every city up

Drastic measures is urgent, the city burn like Philly blunts

Crazy like we jumpin' off the little yellow mini bus

You for my people? 'Cause you **** movin' really sus

No, we ain't playing with them, really, trust

You see them cities burning like chimneys, you better know it's really us

The clock was finally winding down, your time was really just

To feel the wrath of God no matter how your door was really shut

Deep in my soul, is justice really cut?

I'm only tryna be my people's clutch

Hypertension I mention, the temperature is different (What?)

This wouldn't have happened, now you witness blood

You motherfuckers better listen up

'Cause now we out here fighting for what's right like we don't give a fuck