Blinded by the sun
Ignoring the sum of the parts
The artist is put on trial
The jury holds the gun
Backhanded, brash and bold
We're young but it's growing old
I shouldn't have to prove my existence
I shouldn't have to prove
My genetics are at stake
You take and take and take
From me and my people
The steeple of a mock church
Silence is golden, but you've got bronze
An olive branch falls in the forest and can't be heard
You like your coffee with cynicism and sin
280 characters of pestilence
Gallivants of poison, gullible poison
Holding cards when you need to fold em
What's my condition doc?
What do I got that's ailing me?
You know what's best for me right?
You know what's best for me
Wipe that smirk off your face
You're not allowed to feel that way
Screw nails, all my people hate nails
Crucifix'd up to the nines
Derivative nature, definitive nurture
The foster parents of a new world order
Y'all roaches encroaching on my style
Outcasts sitting idle while doc checks the file
Is he sick, yes
Is he ill, yes
Guess we messed up, stitch em up real quick
Blessed by the church of a scene
Put to rest by the curse of a dream
Spare me the details
Pass on the pastiche plot points
The detractors can get wrecked
Fall with their failure to accept change
My iris so shot
The voices get lost
Among them are wolves
In matted grey hoods
Listen up
Listen up
Listen up
Listen up
No justice, no peace
Start learning, don't speak
No token, no games
Remember our names