Lord knows the trouble earth has seen today

A kid got beat up, one shot at, just because they was gay,

And folks be politicking kickin it on capitol hill

While children die from all the opioids, the house wanna chill!

Look at Chicago and Detroit, everybody screamin

Cuz what really matters is keeping the glocks a ‘gleamin

You can say that it’s the communists but it’s just the same

Old orange Mr. Trump. Who thinks his job is a game!

He bitch-slapped poor Syria, oh my god I’m weary uh,

Do you know we’re already getting shot in America?

The artists don’t stop rapping bout’

Getting high off of uppers

Say free Tay-K, and Kodak, but them boys are assaulters!

Guess I’m not the one to judge the judiciary system

But that ain’t no excuse to praise them like they’re a victim!

The girls can shake their ass like Cardi, say they got “no filter”

While the nation lets the police’s liability wither.

It just bugs me, 

The hypocrisy, that I hear all the time

From everybody in the world when I try to write rhymes!

I don’t think we can accomplish anything in a haste

If our solution is to find someone and yell in their face

But not all of our problems can be solved by conversation

We need to actually act so we can

rebirth

this

nation.