The Red Carpet

[Verse: The Thought] Don’t leave it all to Yahweh His believers got the pilots with the bomb bays And they’ll open if they’re ordered, with no second-guessing Baptisms of the hordes, or just another cleansing? They say that fascism comes with a Bible and a flag I seen it walking with a rifle in a bag Looking down the sights at drag, and the trans kids They don’t want you fighting for your rights, they’ll deprive you of the gatherings Once the protest a “riot”, then dissent a “crime” Take away your vote, even oncе you’ve served your timе They had you sewing clothes for seven 18-hour days Several corporations made a profit, you were never paid Slaves of technicalities, malicious choice of words Pauper’s graves are commonplace, this vicious waste of Earth Destroy who you prefer to place the blame upon, for tragedies Or band with me, aiming all our “savagery” at businessmen’s concerns I’m sick of the serpents, look at ‘em acting like they still a version Of how a person looks when he’s burdened, when they would curse all the children to fill up their purses? Put ‘em in hearses, let all the women they force to give birth say “it’ll be curtains” Skipping the sermons, their worth was determined by all of their urges they put over purpose It would be perfect, if it’s peaceful revolution But to back away from lethal means, if that’s what’s needed? Stupid I don’t want to do it, but I’ll man the guillotine That cleaves the head from any man that stands to leave my fellow people bleeding And that’s on Elohim or Jesus, Allah or Moses I know I’d rather rest in pieces than surviving hopeless How’s it feel to have a nonbeliever quote your holy ghosts? I swear this by the Uighur camps, and by the Gaza Coast One day, we’ll toast to those we’ve lost in all this global conflict Whether here, or in Valhalla, where our souls will conference Inshallah, we’ll see a world where every human’s sovereign Until the day the nukes are falling, failure’s not an option [Hook: The Thought] Roll out the Red Carpet For every freedom fighter knocking at the pearly gates They laid down their lives for the third estate Give ‘em every grace that God has tucked away Roll out the Red Carpet For everyone who dies with empty pockets They deserve their prize, Workers of the World unite in Paradise Countless generations, rewarded for their sacrifice Roll out the Red Carpet For every freedom fighter knocking at the pearly gates They laid down their lives for the third estate Give ‘em every grace that God has tucked away Roll out the Red Carpet For everyone who dies with empty pockets They deserve their prize, Workers of the World unite in Paradise Countless generations, rewarded for their sacrifice [Hook: LVLC] Roll it out for the king of the masses We more like cattle, how we prattle, in fields full of grasses Swiping our screens for lunch, for dinner we paying out taxes Turn to aesthetics for reel, while comments fade into blackness Selling our souls for cash and social standing United only when our socials crashing Open, then I close the app, hoping that I don’t collapse ‘Cause my story ain’t been posted, that dopamine ain’t doping, Jack Soldiers in an open chat, screaming hate, provoking wrath We kill to shoot, and shoot to kill, thrilling when we so detached ARs with the shoulder straps, came with all attachments Even voting ads, telling me to vote things I know are brands And donor camps, no defiance in your blood, but I feel it in mine Ain’t crossing a line for me, when they racketing mine Legislation by men in their 80s, suppress the minds And bodies of ladies, for profit and payment, exchanges For a sum, and we still choose for an ounce of a voucher All the systems in power weren’t made for our benefit No amendment was written with a brown man in its rhetoric All men created equally, equity was never lent, and better yet Federal needles dig deep in our temples - withdrawing The legal tender, bleed out into vessels - deposit They banking on our hopes and dreams, like we are P.O. boxes The apocalypse is now, money laundered in conscience [Hook: The Thought] Roll out the Red Carpet For every freedom fighter knocking at the pearly gates They laid down their lives for the third estate Give ‘em every grace that God has tucked away Roll out the Red Carpet For everyone who dies with empty pockets They deserve their prize, Workers of the World unite in Paradise Countless generations, rewarded for their sacrifice Roll out the Red Carpet For every freedom fighter knocking at the pearly gates They laid down their lives for the third estate Give ‘em every grace that God has tucked away Roll out the Red Carpet For everyone who dies with empty pockets They deserve their prize, Workers of the World unite in Paradise Countless generations, rewarded for their sacrifice