Blinded by the sun Ignoring the sum of the parts The artist is put on trial The jury holds the gun Backhanded, brash and bold We're young but it's growing old I shouldn't have to prove my existence I shouldn't have to prove My genetics are at stake You take and take and take From me and my people The steeple of a mock church Silence is golden, but you've got bronze An olive branch falls in the forest and can't be heard You like your coffee with cynicism and sin 280 characters of pestilence Gallivants of poison, gullible poison Holding cards when you need to fold em What's my condition doc? What do I got that's ailing me? You know what's best for me right? You know what's best for me Wipe that smirk off your face You're not allowed to feel that way Screw nails, all my people hate nails Crucifix'd up to the nines Derivative nature, definitive nurture The foster parents of a new world order Y'all roaches encroaching on my style Outcasts sitting idle while doc checks the file Is he sick, yes Is he ill, yes Guess we messed up, stitch em up real quick Blessed by the church of a scene Put to rest by the curse of a dream Spare me the details Pass on the pastiche plot points The detractors can get wrecked Fall with their failure to accept change My iris so shot The voices get lost Among them are wolves In matted grey hoods Listen up Listen up Listen up Listen up No justice, no peace Start learning, don't speak No token, no games Remember our names