[Verse 1]

I don't wanna wait another minute

I'm beginning to get a venomous sentiment

Administer the medicine

My head has been spinning

Been inventing like Thomas Edison

I'm bitter, but I'll never be quitting cause I'm a veteran

And I don't owe you a minute in my position

I'm willing to take a second to spill

And I'm second guessing the feeling

And I'm repressing the skill in it

I've been dressing to kill it

Like I'm investing in villainy

Are you feelin' me?

Bet you feel a bit better

You better feel bеtter

A benefit's a bеnefit

Better ever than never

I never said I was clever

I'd better get it together

Cause everything that I said could be forgettable rhetoric

God I hope not

I don't got a whole lot

Left to try, I testify I'm probably

Next in line to wreck the mic

You gotta be deaf to whine

The best is mine, you follow me?

[Chorus]

And I'm not sure what I've been fighting for

It seems like armageddon is upon us

[Verse 2]

Walking with the weight of the world in the way in front of me

I'm talking 'bout the fate of the world and the way it's gonna be

You're frontin' like they made up the data cause in your fantasy

There's something that negated the way that I play, but I'm

Tr-tr-trying to keep my focus; I'm hoping for something different

While coping with your decisions; I'm choking and no one listens

I'm broken but I'm not missin' a moment or reminiscin'

I'm totally set on fixin' the motives of politicians

Stop

Corporations invest in domestic policy

While stepping on the press and oppressing us into poverty

Depressing that the pressure is messing with our equality

The stress is progressing while they decimate our economy (Oh?)

We can settle the battle by getting rid of the rubble

But you're just hitting the bottle because you're living for trouble

Why can't you get on the level and be a bit of a rebel?

When it's a bit of a struggle, you shut down

[Chorus]

And I'm not sure what I've been fighting for

It seems like armageddon is upon us

[Bridge]

Taking a break and I'm breakin' 'em all

Makin a bomb, takin' it all back

Makin' it all smack, wakin' em all back up

Thinkin' they're all that, bringin' em all back cause

I'm bigger than all that rigamarole; that's just the

Thing about all that, makin' em all jacked up

I'm thinkin' of fallbacks, makin' a call back cause

You're thinkin' I'm all whack, thinkin' I'm all smack talk

Well let me tell you something

[Verse 3]

It's a bit of a riddle, a little bit of a predicament

A bit of a pickle to get rid of all the bitterness

If you're cynical, sentimental, or mental: be invisible

The minute is critical; the consequences are visceral

Consider for a minute the implications

Of being a different race

When you live in a situation

Where people in your nation

Assume that it's your laziness

Perfectly correlating with money and

You're making it poorly

The minute the system was invented they made a mockery

Of men and of women we descended from, they forgot to read

The minimal print-up in the center that mentioned robbery

Of men with a different color skin, they considered property

And I can sit and pretend that I did it properly

But then again, the fact is I wasn't born into poverty

A little big-headed, but the battle was never properly leveled

I'm ahead but it was never because I ought to be

[Chorus]

And I'm not sure what I've been fighting for

It seems like armageddon is upon us

And I'm not sure what I've been fighting for

It seems like armageddon is upon us