Bitch I made it out the grave now I rub it in yo' face
Bitch I made it out the grave now they don't know what to say
Bitch I made it out the grave now they do a double-take
Bitch I made a fuckin' name but they never wanna say it (uh)
I can feel it in the way that you look at me
I can see it in your face, you don't fuck with me
Project all your hatred
While you envy all my greatness (yeah)
Represent our interest
While my people on the brink of death
Can you define genocide? Hol' up I can
First you classify, then you symbolize them
Dehumanize, organize then polarize the other demographics
Preparation, ducks in a row before they get to quackin'
Step seven, exterminate the fuckin' masses
The final step is to deny that it ever happened
And there you have it
You a bystander in a crisis
Sacrifice my life so you can get by
With an identity that's just like mine
Human, I'm just like you is
Why you abusive?
I made it out the grave
And they wonder how I did it
Bitch I made it out the grave now I rub it in yo' face
Bitch I made it out the grave now they don't know what to say
Bitch I made it out the grave now they do a double take
Bitch I made a fuckin' name but they never wanna say it
Bitch I made it out the grave now I rub it in yo' face
Bitch I made it out the grave now they don't know what to say
Bitch I made it out the grave now they do a double-take
Bitch I made a fuckin' name but they never wanna say it
Would you stop a murder if it didn't come with social currency?
Allies are always online, the bodies in the street
(Transgender related healthcare-)
(The trans movement is uni-)
(-jana, with transgender-)
(Ban on transgender tracking-)
(As transgender, that was a-)
(Three transgender-)
(African American transgender woman)
I pound my head again and try to forget what I saw
More kids in the coffins, and rapists faces smiling, no
I won't let you make me say "It ain't so bad, though"
Cis people talking so much 'bout tolerance, never know
Why won't you open up your eyes? It's a motherfuckin' genocide
Yeah, God bless America
Parents turn to terrorists
Karen going feral off appearances
My choice in apparel, got me starin' down the barrel
Sirens blarin' in my ears
(It is inseparable from your enjoyment of the game)
(Or your payment towards the movies, or the books)
(Some of that will go to a massively wealthy and influential person)
(Who wants me to kill myself)
Now you wanna hear what Tennessee just made a hate crime?
We exaggerate and you go and shove us in a graveyard
I cannot believe it when you still gotta vilify our voices, our genes
'Cause they all blood stained, don't need no UV light bitch
Only 16, she was stabbed in broad daylight
Wouldn't make the news if she ain't white
Fuck your mornin', most go un-reported
Half these coroners misgender who they rigor mortis
Some might guess you got a choice, so pick your poison
(I see the other progressive streamers)
(And skeptical critics playing this game)
(And hyping it up and I'm done, I'm done, fuck you)
Why don't you open up your eyes?
(It's a fuckin' genocide)
(It's a-, it's a-, it's a fuckin' genocide)
Open your eyes
(It's a-, it's a-, it's a fuckin' genocide)
(It's a-, it's a-, it's a fuckin' genocide)
Why don't you open up your eyes? (it's a fuckin', it's a fuckin')
It's a-, it's a-, it's a fuckin' genocide
It's a-, it's a-, it's a fuckin' genocide
It's a-, it's a-, it's a fuckin' genocide
It's a-, it's a-, it's a fuckin' genocide
(Who is this bitch?)