Look at this country Fuck it look at the world It’s not fuckin funny No groups you ain’t hurt Lower than dirt No land on this earth Cuz y’all ain’t from here I’m gone be more clear You lucky that you spoken to I mean at all The bigger y’all act The harder you’ll fall Sorry to the good ones The allies and all Your folks want a world That don’t belong to y’all Your time is up Y’all gotta go off We will thrive When y’all get gone Leave us alone E.T phone home Fake ass heroes Sittin’ on brass throwns This ain’t about feelings It ain’t bout your army You need some healing You can’t be in harmony You’re an anomaly Just ask the sun We done with the drama Y’all should be shunned You think you won But you never will Finding chaos fun And Happy to kill The 12 percent’s ill Not from this planet You are not clear We see you gotdamnit You thrive on damage And who you can hurt That’s not like Kai Or what you call Earth You make life worse Or always try to Truth is we were first We didn’t invite you We don’t even like you If I gotta say it I’m willing to die too As long as I change shit The Gaslight is off We know y’all soft The rest play dumb We know what’s up You ain’t gone shock nobody Being depraved How bout you change Now that’ll be brave We not your slaves These your last days We want what you owe And we gone be paid Not through reparations But return of our nations Go the fuck home No more vacation A show of good faith Your final days Finally have Grace And Leave this place We done with the lies, the games, the hate, the rage, the names, the blame, the claims and all. It’s your empire’s time to fall.
