You can tell me that you’re woke and you can say that you’re a saint
Take my mirror and this looking glass and see yourself – you ain’t
Casting stones and broken bones, I would never wish upon
You lost the game when you became a sick, disgusting pawn
The eye you’re turning isn’t blind, it’s just willfully naive
Sitting silent like a snake slithering stories you believe
Kids in cells because sex sells, you’re all you claim to hate
Hypocrites in mindless masks pretending they hide good and great
Tell me more you brainless bore, are you really what you think you are?
Keep thinking you’re the righteous one, take the wheel and crash the car
How many verses will it take to get my sincere point across?
You think your comment was a win but hold this L, cause that’s a loss
Listen to me clearly now, the mirror is now your best friend
Showing you the things you think and things you cannot comprehend
Wrap your mind around it though, try to grasp the things it tells
Sometimes morals matter more than things they say that market sells