Ganged Up On

Funny how truth becomes dangerous when a child speaks, When grown adults lose their minds when the ego springs leaks. It’s never discussion when that pride’s in the line— Just a pack of old babies trying to silence what's mine. I got you real in activations, you call it insurrection, President of an animal flex with Steve Hackett’s full interjection. You fragile pride? I show me composure’s malfunctioning, Now my exposure contradicts where your ego self-destructs and. Three adults versus one kid—what a demonstration, A collective institutional disguise as education. You mistake chronological advancement for wisdom, But emotion aturity is conspicuously misinformed. Can't defeat my argument so attack acrobatically, With replay special rebuttals with theatrical hostility. You outnumber me? Congratulations—what a feat! But intimidation doesn’t make your argument complete. [Hook – Chant Style] (Gang vocals) CAME UP ON! When the truth gets woken, Grown egos gather, and accommodations broken. CAME UP ON! Can’t refute the facts, So you mobilize the masses with coordinated attacks. Call yourself mature while defaccinate eviction, Attempt attempting dressed as adult conviction. Your silence, my voice; make the atmosphere tense, But numbers aren’t arguments… and anger isn’t evidence. And anger isn’t evidence. [Verse 2] Psychological warfare now an unoffensive correlation, An embryonic mind built on mutual inhibition. One feels exposed, now the others tryna fight back, But take you into the ego instead of gettin' facts right. You reinforce resentment because you claim you're approved, And echo chamber pretending to represent the truth. You red the blame to witness then acknowledge what they saw, Because admitting you mistaken threatens your facade. I'm the scapegoat, the inconvenient mirror, Every “uncomfortable reflection” makes your temper more severe. You