[Verse 1]

Flag flies high, but the facts lie flat

Fed files stacked, with the truth hijacked

From COINTELPRO to the drone show maps

They surveil souls while they sell us traps

Propaganda packets in prime-time prose

Freedom’s just a phrase that the contracts froze

Patriot Act packs paranoia's dose

And the oath they wrote? That’s a comatose code

[Hook – fast, melodic break]

Don’t trust the gloss or the Constitution quotes

The ink bled lies in the footnote floats

It’s fine print, fingerprints, false pretense

They preach defense while they plot offense

[Verse 2]

They bury bombshells in bureaucrat speak

Badge brags justice, but it's petty technique

Militarized minds in municipal gear

Claim peace, then pierce with a riot leer

CIA trained coups in the third world’s breath

While the ATF trades toys for silent death

IRS smiles while it siphons the strain

And the fed chair spins with a debt-made chain

[Bridge – vocal harmonies, haunting tone]

False flags flutter while the facts get smothered

Whistleblowers vanish, truth undercover

Vaults full of secrets, votes left to rot

And the dream they sold? Just a photoshop plot

[Hook – repeat with more intensity]

Don’t trust the gloss or the Constitution quotes

The ink bled lies in the footnote floats

It’s fine print, fingerprints, false pretense

They preach defense while they plot offense

[Outro – spoken word tone, poetic fade-out]

History’s written by the masked and armed

Truth’s a ghost in the state-charmed farm

So we cipher truth in the cracks and dents

Past the fine print… and fingerprints.



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2:17

Misplaced Trust

Whispers in the padded walls, syringes speak in tongues,

MK-Ultra opened minds, then left 'em come undone.

Subjects screaming in the night, consent a missing page,

Tested drugs on innocence, then locked ‘em in a cage.

This ain’t no rumor mill, this gospel bleeds in black,

Redacted names, erased regrets, no justice coming back.

Burned the files, kept the flags, praised the chain of command,

But blood still seeps through medals clutched in every hand.

Tuskegee men were lied to while their bodies broke apart,

Doctors with dead eyes and clipboards, no trace of heart.

Not one cure, just data mined through suffering and rot,

How do you quantify betrayal? They did. They forgot.

Jakarta, Tehran, Managua lit with covert gas,

Puppets raised, civilians dropped, paper trails don’t last.

Coups wrapped in flag-stamped memos, briefed with icy grace,

Freedom branded by a drone and silence in its place.

So I preach from the classified, where horror wears a suit,

And truth ain’t patriotic—it’s brutal, raw, acute.

You want safety? Here’s the cost, written in charred skin:

The state won't say it's sorry. We inherit all its sin.

Blueprints and bruises

TRY