muscle memory

Your hands are in your pockets Like you’re searching for loose change Like you might just find a movie ticket You meant to throw away It’s muscle memory You wake up and brush your teeth And you crush a man till he can’t breathe You’ll be back for lunch by three You’re not taller when he’s on his knees Or stronger cause you made him weak From your mouth escapes a coward’s plea Is there mercy Is there mercy for the free? Are you serving your religion When you flash your blue and red Do you feel like you’re a prophet With a gun against his head They trapped you in a screen Hanging fruit from modern trees Put a blindfold on so you can’t see All the bodies on TV You’re not taller when he’s on his knees Or stronger cause you made him weak Only louder now cause he can’t speak Is there mercy Beggin’ is there mercy for the free? Your hands are in your pockets Like you’re searching for loose change