[Verse 1]

Trying to reserve a seat in heaven just my selling my face, shit

God told me it He could tell it’s a fake

All the rancid memories emit a hell of a taste

Bullet shells recycled, All-American Waste

Every crack in the concrete’s

Another life in the streets

Gashed by the cop’s sleek ride that was free

Passionless zombies drawn to filling caskets with bodies

Badge and a Tommy

Serve and protect? Preserving the tech

Developed in Silicon Valley by an unpaid intern

Who was nervous at best

But knew their STEM education’s purpose was death

And how to make it happen most efficiently

Optimize the body count and blood drip

Spill, can’t wait ‘til they get rid of me

Just another number that is killed in anonymity

[Verse 2]

Propaganda stickers on your laptop

Inkling of an urge to splat cops

Non-profit venture for the other realm

Her labor is the only thing your mother sells

Bootlicking murderous servants of Black Panther attacks

Love the FBI then mention Fred Hampton in raps

That’s you, Hova, property mogul

Bourgeois scumbag, give then demanding it back

Performative experience points

On the right track

Hyper-capitalist rappers share a nice laugh

With the Koch brothers and Jimmy Fallon

Callous cackles holding hostages in harm’s way

Careless chortling reverberating our fractured ribcage

Dark fate, same place where we were left to die

With wounds weathered by an armed state

Billy woods taught me that flow

Thomas Sankara taught me what I know

I’ve been reading Che Guevara in my free time

So when the cops come on a beeline I’ll be ready to go

This armed revolution’s overdue

But we’re all working overtime, what are we supposed to do?

Fuck the blue lives, right now the boldest hue

But the storm’s coming soon, please hold while it brews

Soon