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