[Start] [Intro (spoken)] I did my research. Meaning I let an algorithm tuck me in at night. Or, some wacko on YouTube Managed to ramp up my fright [Verse 1] They say it with their chest, never crack a smile Know how the world works from a ten-minute file Downloaded confidence, no warranty card Every answer simple, every question is hard “Do your research,” yeah, I heard that too Translation: guy with a ring light told me what’s true Somebody mad in a truck with a mic Selling rage like supplements for your pride Never met a fact he didn’t already know Never read the thing he’s ready to overthrow Certainty loud, curiosity dead Feels smart in the echo, never checks his head [Hook] Do your research, hit play, hit share Truth by vibes and a patriotic stare Mad at the system, still hugging the lie They got you yelling freedom while your white flag flies Do your research, screen glow bright Trusting strangers who monetize fright It’s a hard way to feel like a king When every answer’s sold with a string [Verse 2] Church on Sunday, politics in the pew Jesus flipping tables, they edited that part out too Turned grace into branding, love into fear Hate got baptized, came back souvenir They say God said it, don’t ask who paid For the sermon that sounds like a culture war raid Love thy neighbor got a footnote now Unless they look wrong, vote wrong, live wrong somehow Cross on the chain, anger in bulk Faith used like a hammer, not a pulse They sell bigotry wrapped in belief And call it tradition when it’s just relief [Hook] Do your research, bow your head Amen sponsored by what the host just said Praying for mercy, voting for spite Calling it holy when it feels like a fight Do your research, don’t read too deep Facts get slippery when the grift runs cheap It’s easier trusting the man who’s mad Than sitting with doubt when truth can't be had [Verse 3] Here’s the quiet part nobody says loud All the stuff you love got built by the crowd Roads you drive on, lights when it’s dark Schools, fire trucks, that familiar park Checks when you’re old, help when you’re hurt Cops on the corner, water without dirt Funny how “socialist” starts sounding nice When it’s keeping your town from paying the price You vote for the party that cuts the same rope Then blame the fall on some distant trope They sell you a villain, pocket the gain And call it freedom when it feels like pain [Bridge (half-spoken)] It ain’t stupid. It’s lonely. It’s fear with a soundtrack. It’s being sold certainty In a world that won’t slow down. [Final Hook] Do your research, one more clip Another man rich off your grip They keep you mad, they keep you sure They keep the wound, sell the cure Do your research, swear you’re free While the locks stay on the same old key This ain’t a roast, it’s a eulogy For the truth we lost to certainty [Outro] Funny thing about freedom It usually shows up As something we, all of us, built Together. Maybe....we should......try that,,,,,,,,,,,again [End]
