[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
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