They wasn't lying calling them 'Keepers of Peace'/
They keep a piece tucked in between their knees/
Next to their tails, frail ego's what sends you to jail/
Black Market - White Lies defending those sales/
But that well is drying up, probably should 'tone it down'/
A 'Lighter Shade Of...', maybe they won't notice now/
Nothing to see here, just business as usual/
OK Folks the Okie Doke's hocus pocus is focused so/
You don't know you out here helping plan your fucking funeral/
NO WAY BRO!
Hell, Holy smokes! Broke & hopeless done sold their souls/
Buying in to propaganda, clearance pricing neighbors labor/
'IT'S A FILTHY JOB, BUT IMMA GET THIS PAPER HATERS'/
That's the American Guey, no? I guess if you say so/
Folks aint worth their weight so they chase after pesos/
Y esas pendejadas, dictated by a dollar/
Designed by the Devil - why that bitch is dipped in Prada/
Got a lot of Daughters of the Revolution hollering/
That's behavior Big Brother fears them modeling/
Keep them all Kardashian confused and consumed/
If you want it there's an app for it - 1, 2, & you're through/
They like 'charge it to the game,' we know those margins aint the same/
No room for error, terrorized, they make martyrs out our names/
& monuments to murderers, reminds us when they murmur words/
Aint shit changed since ancient chains, aint ancient if it stays the same/
Put that in perspective, cuts in current context/
Moving backwards socially? Naw, been had a Congress/
Part of a 3-headed monster, terrorist, Cerberus/
Imperial, serial, killers: Oh, 'fairest' 'Muricans/
Please tell We Thee People how we don't see the evil/
Justice and Love might be 'blind,' but WE hear screaming eagles/
It's a whale of tail; their wall? A window to their souls/
Or lack thereof, they're Draculas, who knows?
We do know it's brutal, so get you some Maneudo/
Truth might be hard to stomach pero, cura al crudo/
& we're hanging by a string to woven themes of broken dreams/
Dopamine dose for fiends, to keep it together - sew it's seams/
But get hemmed up and it all starts to unravel/
Everything falls apart, means this can also be dismantled/
(so) Uproot where strange fruit & the deficit hangs/
Fuck clapping, STAND UP & LET THAT SHIT...

*CUTS*
BANG!