Yeah
What, Kinetics in ya headphones
It's Acc
Mars!
Yeah, yao
We murder every enemy to pose a problem on us
From Pocahontas father up to Okinawa bombers
Sip Bourbon that'll put some hair on our chest
Fly a Harrier Jet and scream "America's best!"
When you protest, cuz all you want is air in your breath
You scare 'em to death, they label you a terrorist threat
Obviously something is wrong
They still call the cops on the black person in the lobby who "doesn't belong"
This is a massacre, a massive attack
A MAGA hat fashioned with Confederate flags in the back
Me and my President, we are not in the same position
You are on the opposite side of a Mason-Dixon
Slavery is alive today, they just named it "prison"
And if you could time travel you probably hated Lincoln
I just think you hate minorities generally
And in the Civil War you woulda supported General Lee
I really think that we're slowly losing our independence
Technology, science, society's become dependent
In the world we live in, the money spending faster than the Earth is spinning
Like a farmer how I'm chasing chicken
In God we trust is my religion, am I really sinning?
Designer denim, fine wine, fine women with him
Rap Frankensteins out their soul, body and mind
Dividing the divine, I'll define their kind
Lies are disguised as the truth is deprived
Revolution has arrived and there's nowhere to hide
I feel the demons calculating my correlations
Angels with filthy faces avoiding evaluations
I'm loyal and steady pacing, now is forever changing, imagination
That's the eye of the soul, I'm speaking in code
Most of the globe's controlled by Bohemian Grove
Most of y'all are too slow to take notice to even know (Oh!)
If being white is a privilege
Then being Puerto Rican just means striking resemblance seen as lighter visage
Seems I'm whiter with them, succeeding inside a system
That keeps an eye on your pigment and demonizes the victims
Some police serve and protect and are very proud
Others speak in murder threats that are very loud
A knee is on a person's neck when they're already down
Yet when they need a burst of breath they are considered wild (Listen now)
And this is both reality and metaphor
The salaries of every poor family are never more (Too little for them)
The thing is though a black one is already born
With challenges just met with more brutality and deadly force
The roots of this ruin are in communities
The blue hue is seen as immunity from what's humanly
To a degree they are shooting men with impunity
With new eulogies for you and me when they cruise the streets