Lyrics

Fuck yourself, I'm talking among the shell. Hermit seeking shelter among the people, under the guise of help. Hand controlling their strings, pirouetting their schemes
Intruding capital buildings, influencing capital thieving, raid the house you believe in, tarnish the walls and the ceiling
All to push to the mission, raised by the hand that's been pimping, only see backhanded visions, you're in their palm and they're tipping

Into the world, I step onto the ashes, new boots resistant to a callous, burning country and nation, man fuck, all your new pavement, need to fix what's adjacent, to the only world that we place in

(He the elephant, he be steppin in, all this meddling, I see you messaging)

Political feelings, Facebook and its opinions
You're so blinded by orange, you'd think you're Hiroshima

Foreign meet ups, you attack until they seize up
You're color coded, I see through your motives, white hooded and monochromic

You corrupt your kids, till they shoot up- the other kids. Active threats, thats you and you, you and then the elephant. The flag got white, blue, red and a couple stars. Stacking gun rights, boom, and dead. Slander makes troubled tod's

You fake cry at them burials, blame the shit on liberials, sitting back at the office, staring at young girlials. When ships finally sink, you swim to get a link. Virgin islands near Saint Thomas, them files were dishonest

All the shit being projecting to cable, all the shit you claim is a fable; Seeking to label, mark free speech as only hateful. So long as we support nets, them yahoos got 50 states full. Bigots elect the candidate, choose beliefs like the Klan demanding it

You're shifty as fuck and so vastly unprofessional, you're lacking pen and notes, tweet bout Mexicans invading from mexico. They're selling coke? Act like baby powder not trickling off your nose, you're dripping doses of misinformation, you ain't Pinocchio- get off your phone. Incite violence and think we behind it, threaten world leaders and think we be aligning. Where I fall in line, can't predict the shit I find, you ticking like a watches timer... Like Oppenheimer


Man you blowing shit up, killing children with a finger struck. Blood splattered and brain spattered, axis behind the big coward. Oil is a critical, a must, kill kids in a middle school, when will it stop, after living becomes unlivable?
(Ballot end my amendments, mail letters end my attendance. My views limited cause they control what be sending. When's the world ending, Mayans couldn't tell it, end the shit its pretentious, a country full of rednecks.)

Well its that or it's full of blue, be the elephant, or the mule. Carry the weight of two, hate the others placement before they rule. Division among the tools, it's the working class before the few. A Yin-Yang of a cruel, tyrannical dystopian point of view. Outside of the painting, white paint covers the real taking. What's at the end of the racing, is there a goal or just erasing. What's in them settlements, same shit you always been stepping in

We an ant to the elephant