Mercy Me

[Verse 1: B.o.B]

Yo, I don't care who listening

I find it kind of sickenin'

We send billions to Israel

But shit on Flint, Michigan

A country, a country founded off of immigrants

Now we wanna build a wall to keep out all the immigrants

What, what, what, what you witnessin'

Military exercises demonstrated on citizens

Anti-war petitionin', drone strike incomin'

Homeless vets decorate the street, can't get no income in

How do you save a world that can't be saved, uh?

How do you raise a child that won't behave? (Preach)

Wakin' up from the lies, I feel betrayed

I'm guessin' the rabbit hole we dug was actually just a grave

Skeletons in the closet they fossilized

Niggas want the truth sugar coated and caramelized

Life is like a science fiction book where the author dies

Well I ain't dead yet 'cause the hit ain't been authorized

[Chorus]

I hear freedom ringin' but I won't answer the phone

Because the people on the other end will not leave us alone

Mr. Officer I come in peace just know I brought my piece

And if we can't settle this peacefully the violence will increase, yeah

I don't condone racial divide I won't be cloned

I will survive I walk alone look in my eye

So give me justice give me peace

Or give my freedom back at least

So we can meet up in the street you decide

[Verse 2: B.o.B]

Who you bow to?

Elected councils, full of scoundrels

Who now rule the world around you

While wearing house shoes they clown you

You wear your house or your whole house full

Regimes don't die; they change they name and the accounts move

Life goes on with or without you

Words fall on deaf ears I think they soundproof

The sound of justice makes us cringe

But how can we stand the sound?

You can't even stand your ground

A noose around your neck the sharpest minds will cut it down

Caught inside the web the internet is tightly wound

Every day a hundred K? Feel more like a couple thou'

What's a dollar to a pound? What's a pound to the crown?

Look, ay

I'm sick of waitin' man this flag I'm sick of wavin'

No more participatin', time to form our own nation

You call it integration I call that discrimination

They say it's risk I'm takin' I call it decision makin'

[Chorus]

I hear freedom ringin' but I won't answer the phone

Because the people on the other end will not leave us alone

Mr. Officer I come in peace just know I brought my piece

And if we can't settle this peacefully the violence will increase, yeah

I don't condone racial divide I won't be cloned

I will survive I walk alone look in my eye

So give me justice give me peace

Or give my freedom back at least

So we can meet up in the street you decide

[Verse 3: B.o.B]

You not an activist you're more like a re-activist

False flags, crisis actors trying to re-enact some shit

Stories don't match I never believe half the shit

While they're sneakin' pass a law we're easily distracted, ay

Tryin' to get through to these dense fucks

You're too stupid to insult

I say the shit anybody can prove

I don't know guess if it rhymes it's gotta be true

Look, cheap tricks and fabricated speeches

Blonde hair blue eyes - they even fabricated Jesus

Just look at the salary paid to teachers

It's obvious they don't want us to graduate into leaders

Clearly in court videos don't prove much

Why is news cameras in the courtroom huh?

Even if it's just a game I hear the signal louder

I think I got the message they don't really care about us

I hear freedom ringin' but I won't answer the phone

Because the people on the other end will not leave us alone

Mr. Officer I come in peace just know I brought my piece

And if we can't settle this peacefully the violence will increase, yeah

I don't condone racial divide I won't be cloned

I will survive I walk alone look in my eye

So give me justice give me peace

Or give my freedom back at least

So we can meet up in the street you decide

[Harmonizing Bridge: Jóga by Björk]

[Outro]

Fuck you Farmer Jim!

You're all alone out here on the frontier

No friends, no family, no cops, no help at all

This is the Wild West son, the Wild fucking West

There ain't no guards coming out here to save your ass

It's just you and me and a murder of crows

Waiting to pick over our dead bones

So you take a breather

You let that sink in, don't take too long, yeah?