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clayton jennings - plannedemic lyrics

[verse 1: clayton jennings]
welcome to america, the land of the lost
and if america wants change then it starts at the cross
i don’t follow the president, i got god as my boss
two pistols tatted on my chest, both crisscrossed
violence in the streets, people so p+ssed off
pandemic or plannedemic? man, we’re all at a loss
antifa, okk, it’s about to pop off
hated for my skin to top it all off
every single white sin, i guess i’m guilty of it all
take everything from me, these tonsils and all
give it back with tonsillitis, and i’m still gonna talk
was in the baltimore riots, i’m not afraid of the bark
lived in the valley, i’m not afraid of the dark
mind for a tank, man, i’ve got plenty of sharks
you’re bored? no worries, i got plenty of darts
i’m aiming the first one for your heart
needles for brushes, you’re my easel, my art
so don’t take it personal when i eat you apart
i don’t spit just to spit, i spit what matters
caucasians out here getting eaten like crackers
comic relief, guess we all needed the laughter
we’re all in a pit, but i’ll be your ladder
and i’ll even wait ’til the end, i’ll be the latter
and if you leave me down here, well, i’m already battered
our sense of decency has already been shattered
can’t fly the flag now ’cause its image is tattered
fake news or reality, it’s not the truth that they’re after
they’re after you
corona is real and so is the flu
99.9 survival rate, i mean what do we do?
shut down the economy, close up schools
what about the poor kids who rely on lunch food?
is it better they starve or try to fight off the flu?
no church, no gatherings, no more guns
no worth, no happy things, just obey us
breaking windows and setting fires doesn’t make you tough
but threats to go into the ‘burbs and take people’s stuff?
better slow down on whatever you puff
i know a lot of country boys, and they don’t bluff
weapons for days and tactically ready
just itching to turn some robber into confetti
man, i’m tired of biting my tongue, done keeping it shut
turned off the news, i’m 100% done with that stuff
d.c.’s so corrupt, but still no cuffs
2021, blacks and whites, still no trust
if you’re guilty for being white then you’re just a punk
you have to be a racist to feel bad for being a race
unless you’re secretly a racist trying to somehow save face
i never owned a slave, my family didn’t either
so you’ll never see me in a blm t+shirt
but if i don’t then i get bashed for not joining in
it goes without saying it, so i don’t say it
’cause if i do then i’m just speaking common sense
which isn’t worth a wordsmith’s two cents
but for the people who lack it, listen to this
of course black lives matter
what are you backwards?
when did saying people matter equate to bad words?
the second it became equated to black words
2021 and some still think that they’re masters
churches still segregate, cowards for pastors
so out of place, man, i feel like i’m visitin’
got two friends, one’s a pencil, one’s a pen
right now the nsa is probably listenin’ in
big brother won’t sign an nda because big brother isn’t your friend
but best believe that he’s keeping track of all of your sins
phone is an elf on a shelf, also bad for your health
no filter on this flow, man, i’m back to myself
should i put this out? maybe i should wait
i don’t wanna become an enemy of the state
dead from a heart attack, asleep, i’m awake
but i’d rather die real than live this life as a fake
where’s the common sense? hit the brakes
medusa will seduce ya with so many snakes
wear a mask to protect you from cold and a coffin
yell defund the police until break+ins and robbins
you get caught lackin’ smashin’ [?]
police don’t show, neither do batman and robin
anti guns, so you got no pistols to pop ’em
door smashed in, no knockin’
better hope some of that social distancing stops ’em
you could pray ’em away or pick up your rifle
but you don’t cling to your guns and religion, that’s tribal
2020, worldwide planet pandemic
2021, looking back like who planned it?
twenty+one gun salute, a prayer for our planet
mental health wrecked, media panic
i got a type+1 toddler, i couldn’t stand it
but also couldn’t sit
a riot isn’t breaking glass, that’s throwing a fit
i know ’cause i got arrested for it
it’s time we push back on the lies, don’t buy it
a real revolution is a grown man’s riot
[verse 2: blake whiteley]
i just had an epiphany
no breakfast with tiffany
forcing us to shut down, practicing our social distancing
you try to take our freedom, but i won’t let it get to me
i guess that you forgot what happened back in our history
but it’ll keep repeating like reciting this litany
you say that we’re together, but i don’t like the chemistry
’cause i will never fit into your criminal industry
and you cannot control me, i bet that you’re sick of me
well i’ma be around for a while
flow sicker than river’s currency out of the nile
make sure you get your camera phone, that’ll be viral
not knowing the consequence will send this world to a spiral
and white wokes
they don’t like us white folks
’cause we’re systematically evil walking in white robes
everybody get the email? holdin’ a tightrope
next halloween we’re all goin’ dressed as the white ghost
[?]
you can’t see this? guess that i’m sick of your blind jokes
they don’t know what happens at night under the light post
never stayed a night in the hood, i guess you like most
ignorant to the facts got you lookin’ like psychoes
really loud behind the keyboard if it’s the right post
i’ll be here when it all clears, all of the white smoke
god over all things, he the goat like michael
but i gotta be the illest, the realest
even if it makes me the villain
i’m not gon’ sugarcoat nothin’ even if it offends your feelins
numb you with words, penicillin
face up to evil and k!ll it
not better faithful and willin’
what they instill in our children
infiltrate us, so i gotta debunk everything you teach in your buildins
you don’t like me, i’ma live, but it’s not a mutual feelin’
i’m just yellin’ the truth, praying for our land to get healin’
he tried to warn us once, this time it’s yourself that you’re k!llin’

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