They’re Trying To Get Away With Murder

Trying to get away with it

Trying to get away with it

They’re trying to get away with murder

The truth shouldn’t be so much further

They’re trying to get away with murder

And I for one ain’t gone let ‘em

Cause I won’t be part of a cover-up

I don’t follow the lines like a kid in a color book

Don’t give me that kind of look

Like you think I’m not good enough

For the things that I couldn’t have

Nowhere to go like fish in a wooden barrel

You could die and they wouldn't care

But everyone’s gotta play a role

You’re either a shark or a plate of food

I found a way out and I made a move

The crabs in the bucket they want me to loose

But the genie is loose

Can’t put it back in the bottle

And if it bothers you boggles your mind

Sorry for bursting your bubble

But you stare at your phone

As they dance with the devil

So nothing’ll change not even a little

And why would it ever

They’re trying to get away with murder

The truth shouldn’t be so much further

They’re trying to get away with murder

And I for one ain’t gone let ‘em

They’re trying to get away with murder

The truth shouldn’t be so much further

They’re trying to get away with murder

And I for one ain’t gone let ‘em

They break your soul and waste your time

Give you so much to worry ‘bout

It’s like the whole world is on fire

 you’re a bucket of water

They break your soul and waste your time

Give you so much to worry ‘bout

It’s like the whole world is on fire

 you’re a bucket of water

They’re trying to get away with murder

The truth shouldn’t be so much further

They’re trying to get away with murder

And I for one ain’t gone let ‘em

They’re trying to get away with murder

The truth shouldn’t be so much further

They’re trying to get away with murder

And I for one ain’t gone let ‘em

And I don’t need no evidence for you to understand where I’m coming from.

They all act like nothings wrong,

but somehow you know something is off.

Fake smiles, and promises, suits ties in offices

Hypocritical political officials and vicious police officers

I mean I don’t know what the average is,

but some of them are savages.

Some of them are fools with cheap souls

 Some of them are wolves in sheep‘s clothes. And you might end up getting stabbed in the back by the same enemies you keep close

They play games with cheat codes

They have it all and they need more

So it means war

Trying to get away with murder

The truth shouldn’t be so much further

They’re trying to get away with murder

And I for one ain’t gone let ‘em