See these Red White Black Yellow Brown faces
Moving with every beat and secret under holding pockets of dreams
With every shots and drunken stupors they slowly pour out their flames
How they are enraged underneath their skin while keeping their mouth shut
No wonder they’re so sick since they stew their anger rather than use it
If you ask them how they want to use it all they got is blank bland faces
Truth is they don’t want free for all they just want to trade places with them on the top. Yeah
Y’all mad and scream in silence my dearly beloved brethren
When you sarcastic nonchalantly piss life in the rain and proclaim it’s all meaningless pointless while you never tried
That paycheck bounced straight to the dispensary and 2 MDMA and DMTs
What right really do you have to be angry my friend?
It’s always easy to take than to create, stuff that to your dosage of daily entertainment
Y’all lives so colorless it take a million of you to make up 2 hues of Blue
Why you so mad, why the anger underneath your sheet
Come out and fight me in the sun, I’ve got my weapons ready, you Need a hand?
Me and my crew got tired of waiting, we tried and stopped being angry in silence
We dropped it, dropped out, got in, played hard, missing limbs and parts of my brain I sacrificed for the sheep.
Still I scream in the open
Still I scream in the open
Still I scream in the open
And this conclude my declaration and all my messages
To All of those who are barely fighting and legs trembling standing
You are as weak as you are strong
Shut your mouth with all y’all dumb excuses
If you try a little bit you won’t be as angry and pointlessly mean
Squash your heart and drink that blood
Is there any fun to be a living dead?
Is it so fun to be a living dead?
Silent anger, little soldiers
Come out and Join the real fight
