FYA

Gunned down in the street

Killed in cold blood, poet and mother of three

A nonexistent threat that you perceived

With your untrained brain in your party of thieves

Nah, you’re the fuckin’ bitch little boy

What, your daddy didn’t teach you that a gun’s not a toy

Itchy finger on the trigger, don’t be coy

It’s what you signed up for, looking for lives to destroy

But somehow you’re on the good side

When you murder Good in broad daylight

And you tell us not to trust our own eyes

She tried to flee but you wanted a gunfight

Fuck you all, pitiful posers

Racists, rejects, and pass-overs

Finally found a place where you belong

You’re the shit stains of society

Relish the notoriety

It’s time somebody taught you right from wrong

Feed the propaganda machine

Fabricate photos of the homicide scene

Tell us to reject what we have seen

wash our brains until they’re squeaky clean

Gaslight us to see a different version

No honor, you are a perversion

Steep us deep in an alternate immersion

Try to push a reality Inversion

Yet somehow you are the victim

While feeding a corrupted system

Not the sickness but a fatal symptom

Spreading lies with your nefarious tongue

Fuck you all, pitiful posers

Racists, rejects, and pass-overs

Finally found a place where you belong

You’re the shit stains of society

Relish the notoriety

It’s time somebody taught you right from wrong

History repeats itself

Despite the books upon the shelf

That warn of all atrocities to come

But we would never heed them

Some believe that we don’t need them

How can half a country be so fucking dumb

I’m growing numb

Fuck you all, pitiful posers

Racists, rejects, and pass-overs

Finally found a place where you belong

You’re the shit stains of society

Relish the notoriety

It’s time somebody taught you right from wrong

Fuck you all, you cultist cowards

Underbaked and over floured

Kevlar vests and guns against unarmed dissent

On the wrong side of history

Sowing chaos, pain, and misery

Why don’t you be a Christian and repent…