Cynical - Propaganda, Aaron Marsh, Sho Baraka

Where were you when we were dying?

Flying to Trump rallies, sipping the finest wine and

We fought off the Five-Percenters

They called him White Jesus, lowkey started to believe 'em

Why you ain’t march on Selma?

Why you ain’t tell the refugees «please stay with me»?

Why when you take communion, it don’t remind you of your union?

That you too were once undocumented too

Why do you love your guns more than our sons?

Why you patriots first?

Why you worshipping the flag?

It swims in my brainstem when acid baptists

Rehearse the worst like practice makes perfect

I’m out here on some world relief

Huh, what’s a Twitter beef?

I play Monopoly with refugees

Who know they ain’t gon' ever again see they home country

I’m out here on some world relief

What’s a Twitter beef?

My boy Jeremy packed up, moved his family to Fallujah

You argue over bathrooms

So if I sound cynical

If I sound cynical

If I sound cynical

It’s 'cause I’m cynical

When you lookin' at it all wrong

But you don’t care to fix it, you prefer to write a song

Scramblin' ramblings of PTSD

The distrust is a drug, why you don’t believe the best of me?

With ample examples of those who overcame generational sin stains

Rearranged brainstem, read New Jim Crow

You call 'em «white and woke,» you say that you’re kinfolk

How can you speak of hope?

With deep gulps of the irony

That even this tune is produced by three white dudes

It rattles in your rib cage, human echo chamber

Balled up in a rage and tossed up on a stage

Boy, you out here on some world relief?

You asking what’s a Twitter beef?

You play Monopoly with refugees but never with your neighbors

You ain’t even trying

You out here on some world relief?

You asking what’s a Twitter beef?

Your boy Jeremy packed up, moved his family to Fallujah

And you argue over bathrooms

I’m cynical

I don’t take too kindly to being lied to

I could look inside you

And I’ll hate you if I fear you

And we fear what we’re blind to

So if I sound cynical

If I sound cynical

If I sound cynical

It’s 'cause I’m cynical

I don’t want reconciliation, I want your gun

Take the privilege and power and then I pass it to my son

Do I believe my enemies are too far from grace?

My idea of a safe space is just blow them all away

Pray to my Savior, middle finger to my neighbor

Create a theology that helps promote that behavior

I’m an activist who hates change (cynical!)

I’m a doctor who wants pain (cynical!)

I’m a charity who profits off the generous

I am Jonah who wants the fall of Nineveh

Pendulum swinging, narrow minded, ignore the middle

Screaming for peace, turn around and I sell them missiles

Hurt for pride is pain, idols are struggle whores

Don’t appropriate my space, we can argue who struggles more

He said, «disagreement doesn’t mean that I hate you»

If you’re intolerant of my views then what does that make you?

Cynical

We don’t take too kindly to being lied to

(I think that makes 'em cynical)

I could look inside you

(Intolerant and miserable)

And I’ll hate you if I fear you

And we fear what we’re blind to

So if I sound cynical

If I sound cynical

If I sound cynical

It’s 'cause I’m cynical