In these confusing times the only thing that I believe is disbelief
I won't apologize for being real
But really officer I truly wonder how you sleep
Honestly I didn't wanna be a vigilante but... can you blame me?
Talking with your fist
Said I asked for it
Take a shot of you
You fire a shot at me
You're a big bully
With impunity
Point a finger at ya
Then you point a gun at me
You ain't got ain't got ain't got a real job
Fictitious, malicious oblivious press cons
Really tho y'all fucking tyrants in uniforms
Gettin paid hittin the streets beating kids
You're a con job
If I were you
I'd believe in the strength of the youth
The harder you bury the truth
The stronger they bloom
We're ending it now
No longer be taking your shit
You private guards for the privileged
Starting a genocide calling it national pride
Talking with your fist
Said I asked for it
Take a shot of you
You fire a shot at me
You're a big bully
With impunity
Point a camera at ya
Then you point a gun at me
Thinking with your dick
What a giant prick!
Get on your knees
You got a lot of boots to lick!
Wut cha hiding now?
Could you tell me why?
Would you fire shots at me for standing for my rights?
You ain't got ain't got ain't got a real job
Fictitious, malicious oblivious press cons
Really tho y'all fucking tyrants in uniforms
Getting paid hitting the streets beating kids
You're a con job