Excerpt from JFK speech:

"Ladies and Gentleman, the very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open society, and we are as a people, inherently and historically, opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths, and to secret proceedings. We decided long ago that the dangers of excessive and unwarranted concealment of pertinent facts far outweigh the dangers which are cited to justify them. This administration intends to be candid about its errors. For as a wise man once said: 'An error doesn't become a mistake until you refuse to correct it.' We intend to accept full responsibility for our errors, and we expect you to point them out when we miss them. Without debate, without criticism, no administration and no country can succeed, and no republic can survive."

Verse 1:

3-2-go. 'Cause I guess, we've been working for a long time

If you didn't hear it you've been lurking on the wrong line there's no need to fear it hear the voices on your song grind harder than my spirit hear me softly put my heart into these lyrics

I rarely appreciate the opportunities I'm given so I'm spitting with dissonance solvent hope that I can pin 'em

Better yet to pen 'em up immortalize their thoughts with writtens

Penitentiary's are full of wishes worth best not forgetting

And so I try to my best to stop and listen

And the more I try the more I seem to stomp the distance. Because if rhyming means the crime rate goes down for just a half second check yourself that means that someone gets this. But then I'm forced to move along

Appropriated don't get to hear they're own song

And novacation means to cope with your own counterstrike culture is to stifle inner dialogue you're wrong

Bridge:

And maybe that's not my place, so, let's bring it back

Verse 2:

So you've been combat bitten

I got a backseat full of compact kittens

Don't call me nonsense scribblin' I can focus on an opus with no contacts swivelin'

And I can hardly see what the gods have written

But bitterness tends to skip to belittlement 'till I meddle with middlemen now I killed a fifth in the barren bewilderment but with these new developments the context's slipping

I'm repentant tend to talk on what I know not

Got flaws my logic's spinning holy circles like a donut

Do not bombard barrages stack it in till the flow stops

Then smack em with the vernacular vascular venom and let's get SOAPboxed

Because the show stops when the lights go south

Sometimes I wish I had a better grip to quiet my mouth

I'm not a choir I'm acquired taste don't sing I shout

I let the friar light the fireplace when God pulls out. So

We lit the candles while the rain came down

Told stories of fables boy like what if Cain came 'round

Are we meant to play wrathful blame games now?

Climb scaffolding, call em chain gang. Ow

That hurts from any of our new perspectives

Who can say any love is not protected?

Who can spray any automatic weapon when two blocks away a childless family hasn't slept in days?

Or is it months?

I think that's something to discuss

It's disgusting that as society we will go quietly until tragedy happens more than once

Where does our right stop to stay protected?

Native Americans suffocate off our effervescence

And here I come trying to subjugate topics off in Colorado stop trying to teach them lessons. Slake

You don't need me preach acceptance. Great

You don't see me in bleachers stepping

Through the shit talk in the high school hallways on a crusade to save minds trying to bleach the septic

This may not leave you too reflective, but maybe one day you'll be respected

This may not leave you too reflective. Hopefully one day you can be respected