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Kenneth Clyde Bartels
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Charles Cossetti
Charles Cossetti
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Look, I got a question Am I allowed to see the bigger picture too? All the power you crave, desire, control, am I allowed to be as rich as you? Another question What the hell are y'all teachin' these children in school? I'm talkin' about critcal race theory Make 'em hate the white man, it's sick what you do Every race is being separated by the headlines I cannot look at the news I look at the world, the fear that you livin' in Look in the mirror, you lookin' like fools I wanna know, who's runnin' the show? Do the rich, or evil have control of the globe? If it is so, let it be known I'm talkin' to y'all, when I'm shittin' on Joe Y'all ain't gotta be feelin' my lyrics I am not a conspiracy theorist All I do, is speak a whole lotta truth And these blind sheeple don't be tryin' to hear it But that's free thinkin', so I ain't mad I just wanna know why they mandate masks I just wanna know why the choice ain't ours If we live or die, so I had to ask They ain't ever give a damn about us Now they all about it when Covid's the topic But people dyin', everyday, because they can't afford medicine And y'all won't stop it Kick 'em out the hospital, when they can't pay Next thing you know, they up in the hospice While they sit and wait to die, any day, now Y'all just watchin', 'cause it's all for profit We've had enough of the propaganda I give a damn about gettin' cancel Speak to the people, give us some answers We speak for our country, this is an anthem I see a bunch of people, that's foldin' I see a bunch of sheep, in wolf clothing They wanna silence me, for exposin' People are ready, damn it, let's go! You got some explainin' to do Yeah, we got a whole lotta questions Think that we playin' with you? Nah, we got a whole lotta weapons They ready to aim, and then shoot Now, my suggestion? Give a confession You got some explainin' to do Yeah, we got a whole lotta questions I got a question, I got a question Go 'head, call me conspiracy theorist But what if, instead of the cure? The vaccines are really the cause of the variants, eh? Every one of you that's demonizin' people not take it, pushin' fear in us Are the main ones, spreadin' sickness, ever think of that? Just curious Probably not, probably not 'Cause you're robots, 'cause you're robots And all that you watch, outta that box Tells you to never think, outta the box So how come when cops? (how come when cops?) Get shot, on the block? (Klack) The news ain't concerned, when tables get turned? They treat 'em like gods!? God, I'm tryin' hard to be a Christian man But if one more politician ban my rights Then prob'ly on the same night, I might lose religion Damn, am I the only one who wants answers? Sick of all these double standards BLM, out here, buyin' mansions Still buyin' that they ain't capitalists? Bruh, I got a question (I got a question) How come I can't question my authority? Biden, you president, thinkin' you Lord of me I ain't fast food, you can't order me (facts) When did God stop being essential? Same time truth, started gettin' cancelled Threaten to kill me, I'll take my chances I'd rather die, than live with no answers We had enough of the propaganda I give a damn about gettin' cancel Speak to the people, give us some answers We speak for our country, this is an anthem I see a bunch of people, that's foldin' I see a bunch of sheep, in wolf clothin' They wanna silence me, for exposin' People are ready, damn it, let's go! You got some explainin' to do! Yeah, we got a whole lotta questions! Think that we playin' with you? Nah, we got a whole lotta weapons They ready to aim, and then shoot Now, my suggestion? Give a confession You got some explainin' to do! Yeah, we got a whole lotta questions!
Writer(s): Charles Cossetti, Kenneth Bartels Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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