Cross your T's on your final words
You got ten minutes left to tell 'em what you're worth
When you're done they'll cut you down to the ends of the rule
Just regurgitate social media
Make your straight white friends think you give a fuck
How 'bout I kill you?
Let's see who gives a damn
But you're the Keyboard warrior, no one's sorrier
Your good intentions make me wanna cry
You're like a puppy or some other kinda small animal, man
Here we are man, three seconds left
Without your keyboard, it won't make no sense
Its like bones to monoliths or dust to dust to dust