Red America
A false lie by an outsider named Sindica

Lyrics:
I'm the first to burn when the lightning hits the jungle
Send my message to dirt and tell him they never liked ya
They never liked us
Red hands on the bible
They say they guard us
Swearing to blood and the rifles
Corpses on sidewalks
Murders and gunshots
Rotten constitution 
So get em brainwashed and tell em to fucking execute us
Protect the shooters from victims and smoke the proof and get rid of the prosecutors so nothing proves your inclusion
Fuck it you're fucking toxic
You're rotten you fucking suck for power
Ya can't be trusted i bet ya sell out your momma
I bet you want my mouth shut
Come up with the tax cuts
Extra handcuffs
Nightsticks, SWAT, uh
Murder murder murder momma my blood is too cheap
They keep shooting killing looting stealing put it on repeat
Bodies on the streets
Black and white, yellow red and green
Corporate murderers, fake oracles, distorted prophecies
Uh
I be the first to feed the predators
Mr senator
I surrender, i be your doll
Here u go, uh, pull the strings up
I be on your propaganda, sure, ease up
It's funny tho
Switching policies when they need your vote
Lying through their teeth, bitch this shit exposed
All congress is to relieve it for you
Metamorphosis once the shit is over
Uh, I'm from the bottom
Of what you stand on top of
Enslave me and all my thoughts
Confine me, have me locked up
Use me to your advantage
Isolate me from planet
Shoot me up in Ohio
Murder my ass in Dallas
Huh, This how they treating us, millions of fuckin idiots
how many people victimized over your fuckin greed?
you done taken over the media
tweeting when bleedings need you most
white house number one subject
remove Ivanka's video

Lil spawn and a room, got me cooped up in it
Sweet sounds of the doom, by the moon up in there
Red and blue lights shifting
Uh, windows tinted, boys in blue all in em
Too much winning
Lil spawn with a bunch of dreams, wasted
Flowing in a dead society, senseless
All these painted visions got him blinded
Fantasies now whoppers so here comes the suicide shit
Blue sky fades, crucified days
Roller coaster ride? Why we never going high bitch? 
Pick the blame and put it on outsiders while we witnessed
All the rifles and the triggers pulled by you fingers
Survivors and the crime rate
Lil Josh with his family murdered by the cops
pulling up and the felony 
Nightmares and em dreams of a call made with his mom's name on the screen and a smile man
He ain't smiling but he got that look in his eyes right behind em tears, hatred and revenge and fire
Puts the gat in pants and rag in pocket
Hops inside that Monte Carlo
Out for night looking for trouble like
30 year old Cody had a son
Now he 46 and a single dad saving bucks
So he can send his little johnny to college, making a life
Hoping he could be somebody Cody could never become
Johnny out at a friend's house having fun
On his way back home things go a little rough
Gunshots on the other side of the boulevard
Starts running then he realize his chest is going warm
Johnny down on the ground
Josh scared, running crowd
Shit is on, he got a gun
911 here come the hounds
Got him all encircled like a noose
Got the white flag out, waving it, DON'T SHOOT
truce died, flag with bullet holes on
Representing integrity of a nation
Caged by the men with red ties and multi million dollars suits instead of capes on
So we trust em vibes, let em penetrate little minds of our children
Keep us hungry with a dream to chase and give us something creepy to be scared of
So we cherish you pray you always be 'round to save us
I be the first to represent us
The generation
Born with em ropes around our necks
It don't matter what the race
Just put your hand right on your chest
Right on your heart and sing the song
While they're digging us our graves
Listen
They probably do not want me to tell you that

Sindica

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