Republican Tears (feat. Phillip Morris & Dick V)

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Now is justice the art which gives good to friends and evil to enemies 
Or nothing else in the interest of the stronger people 
How many belligerent Republicans have read Plato's Republic 
Probably little to none of them 
The President belittles the public and gets away with it 
Voting really doesn't work in these days, and it 
Pains my soul to even have to say this shit 
Slave in the matrix, still set upon makin a statement 
And I'll never fake it until I make it 
Rather put em on blast and post it 
Even though they can erase it 
Niggas set up as weak, language is faded 
I got my mind organized, feng shui is amazing 
Everything is in place now 
Everything I write these days I'll be damned if my lovely mama ain't proud 
I am often overlooked like the performance of 
Ryan Reynolds in the movie Safe House 
Republican tears, cryin over less rules 
When I fuckin appear, I'm cryin over Deadpool 
Plus I can't respect a President with bad hair 
But go ahead and introduce him with the fanfare 

Music is kinda like the drugs and the beer 
It helps us to escape all our troubles and fears 
And we ain't all about that pain and suffering here 
But we love the taste of Republican tears 
Fox News steady pumpin that fear 
Spreadin lies to keep god-king Trump in the clear 
And we ain't all about that pain and suffering here 
But we love the taste of Republican tears 

My social media feed is half outraged, half complacent 
And the ones without the attention span to be pissed have white faces 
I ain't saying they racist, just apathetic and so defensive 
Hate to admit we still benefit from a system built on human enslavement 
And even after that you can trace the path of progress 
By who's finally startin to get a bit more and who has still got less 
Sometimes a new system gets put in place to fill up the spot left 
Rich, white men still keep slaves in the prison-industrial complex 
Some forms of change is just more of the same 
Soldiers still decorate their uniforms with foreigners' brains 
That's if they get close enough, most of em just push buttons 
Playing video games with other lives that don't mean nothin to them 
But if they kill a friend by accident, they might just get 
A feelin that perhaps this end is classified as righteous death 
Who decides your laws? Who makes your religion 
Maybe they be playin puppeteer with precision 
Unoriginal philosophies say drop to ya knees for property 
Hypocrisy is rampant, we stay lampin-that's a policy 
Me? I talk a big game, but need to get back to livin it 
Writin a song for the cause ain't really much more than slacktivism--I admit it 

Music is kinda like the drugs and the beer 
It helps us to escape all our troubles and fears 
And we ain't all about that pain and suffering here 
But we love the taste of Republican tears 
Fox News steady pumpin that fear 
Spreadin lies to keep god-king Trump in the clear 
And we ain't all about that pain and suffering here 
But we love the taste of Republican tears 

I'm searching for freedom; a meaningful place 
Where peaceful people lead the way and this epidemic's at bay 
We ain't got time here to waste our lives fearing 
Policies monopolies and following tears 
I got a trail of my own, so let me let it be known 
I'm better sent to the hole than elected senator or president; still better than those 
We sent to meddle in homes and make America great again 
I'm betting they don't 
Plus it wasn't great in the first place 
Unless you love money, white people and birth rates 
It's like a date rape turned to a relationship 
I love my country but the history just makes me sick 
F*ck your pride; not just this administration 
I don't fly a flag because I understand we're not the greatest 
In fact we're subpar, unhealthy as a nation 
Playing games with people's hearts; upcharging every patient 
Better pages written after now than back then 
I refuse to live my greatest days in past tense 
Let's strike a match stick, burn them down with fact checks 
Learn them how to have respect and purge them like we have sense 
No greater time to rebuild than in this moment 
I feel the average citizen's intelligent and relevant still 
Instead of testing everyone's will 
Question the debt and the bills 
Question the threats and the kills 
Question the sentences condemning desperate men to live ill 
Question the benefits executives collect on the hill 
Live with benevolence, except when ripping limbs from the system 
Dismember the fed and put an end to politicians 

Music is kinda like the drugs and the beer 
It helps us to escape all our troubles and fears 
And we ain't all about that pain and suffering here 
But we love the taste of Republican tears 
Fox News steady pumpin that fear 
Spreadin lies to keep god-king Trump in the clear 
And we ain't all about that pain and suffering here 
But we love the taste of Republican tears

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