[Verse 1: Lee Scott]

In paradise for a day or two

Rolling green hills and azure shades of blue

And yet, despite this breath taking view

The only thing I can think about is my hate for you

Life is a dream on Elm Street

As long as you can get beak and neglect sleep

And that's enough to feed the worlds homeless

At the bottom of a wishing-well-deep

It doesn’t matter what it means

Unless it's plastered on to screens

'Cause we’re burst like your wallet's seams

In your naïve college dreams

Where you rip Petes brother off to pay Pauls cousin

And blew it all on an eight ball, buzzing

But it's fine, this isn't struggle rap it's rap you struggle to define

[Verse 2: Quelle Chris]

My heart heavy as a boulder shit when out to roll

The road bumpy gonna take more than oximer

For the 'Gram, protest get no props either

Sic 'em on the pigs, this the anthem for the cop beaters

Tea and body count shit, Darlene Ortiz with the shotty out shit

They turn victims in to villains

If it's villains they desire give ’em what they manifest

Turn the black fist of power to the black kiss of death

Tryna find atleast a piece of peace of mind my guy

Them blue and red lights is like a creature feature round my guys

I’m tired of fighting, I'm tired of writing ’bout being tired

Whiteys on the moon, whiteys in the riots setting fires too

In a white hot, blood red, kinda blue with a black pain

That's commodified in Spotify playlists and Netflix collections for the minor view and play date

Being part of the culture from the comfort of their living rooms

[Verse 3: Jehst]

We were getting shitfaced, now we're in the streets with our fists raised

Aye aye Captain everything is ship shape

Ha-ha, this a way

Little bit, wiz bit, Billy with the piff lit

All my darts stick like a Pritt Stick

On the school wall, British pull wall

Gotta get a fix like Asterix

The balls stay cool let me pump the AC

Seven mac elevens, four four fours like Jay-Z

Plotting the revolution, fuck around end up locked in a institution

You squandered your contribution

I offer my condemnation of the fucking state

Brutalising us for congregating in a public space

No time to try pump and the brakes we already crashed

Fuck your fellow man it's all about getting the steady cash

Free mental instability with every purchase

And catch a baton if you raise your head above the surface

Stay reliant on the social services, subservient

I see the vultures already circulling

Search in vain for a miracle cure

You strike me down there’s a million more