Radio Silence

Power only knows power, trickle down’s finest hour
Look over there, they lit some gas, entitlement and high towers
Set the lane, ran the games you weren’t invited to play
Stand down ... brown shirts are marching your way
Freedom fighters to corpses, right wing news with fake sources
White supremacists bringing chaos so the cops can enforce it
Systematic and traumatic as black voices get redacted Privilege dealing
“all lives matter” rationalized by white inaction
Hello, hello, radio silence
All of this dead air
Invite the cycle of their violence
The systems set to neglect all but the wealthy elect
The chosen billionaires who pass the lie of serve and protect
Break our souls, break our backs to score them bigger paychecks
Until we die of focused stress and effect
The bodies lined up with torches, sterilized with distortions Blaming
blacks, jews, immigrants with racist contortions
They hurry out the back with all the money they made
Like they did us all a favor from the cradle to the fucking grave
Decide right now if you’re ok with dead air rolling static
Performative on the social scene while the spin rolls in distractions
From the streets to the stage
From the cradle to the grave
Lift your voice to the top of your lungs
And let that cycle break