Deep Cover Craftstyle

A little birdie told me that we
Need to start a revolution
Cause the legacy of Jim Crow still
Comin home to roost
So I been out here recruitin
Who gon fight this stupid shit?
If votin don’t work then I’mma get
Up in this booth and continue
To be a nuisance to the
Ones who tied the nooses, silenced truth
It’s time to do shit, Facebook
Posts don’t equal movements, what we doin?
I’m out here ready to abolish Trump wit an
Ammunition of knowledge that’ll
Make Donald duck
Am I looney to think love is a solution?
300 new sources
More like sources of confusion
Ain't none of em tellin truth and
That power just get abused
Like the light bill is overdue
They be all on some Blue’s Clues shit
Feed you wit a spoon shit
Make you think you figured it out
Ignorant routes driven by the blind
Are great distances now they Artest
Jumpin in the stands to fight the wrong dude
Left all you right while the
Koch brothers eat our food
Shit, I’m just here to tell you keep
The hope alive and ask yourself before
You close your eyes if you know you
Tried to push us forward today
Cause if you ain't movin then we
Layin in the bed you made
I’m just sayin, shit
And motherfuck the DNC too
Your façade’s see-through and we
Never believed you
We comin for what’s ours now
This shit has gone too far now
This is bigger than bars now
Homie we fightin scars now
And yeah we took an L
But if Cleveland can come back
From 3-1 then we
Can trump Trump before we live in hell
Turn that grief into passion
Get motivated and yell
You only playin yourself if you
Go complainin don’t help
And everything is everything, it all matters
So here’s a motherfuckin PSA to all rappers
This is art, if you ain't usin it for
Good then fall backwards before
I leave your heart extracted
And your balls shattered
This ain't political rhyme
This is nothin else right now could
Even sit in my mind
I do this shit because I gotta
The decision ain't mine i’ll be the villain
I’m fine til we live in simpler times
I said yeah, and ya don’t stop
They do a 187 on ya muthafuckin thoughts
Then you gotta grin and bare it
While they eat your porridge, son
I been to college
Still don’t understand electoral ones
It’s Crafty the supreme
Out here craftin a regime
Whole world bout to unravel least
That’s just how it seems
I guess it wasn’t knitted too tight to begin
So we gon fight til we win or
We gon fight til the end