[Verse 1]
In these confusing times
The only thing that I believe is disbelief
I won't apologize for being real
But really officer I truly wonder how you sleep
(Honestly, I didn't wanna be a vigilante)
(But can you blame me?)

[Verse 2]
Talking with your fist
Said "I asked for it"
Take a shot of you
You fire a shot on me
You're a big bully
With impunity
Point the finger at ya
Then you point a gun at me

[Chorus]
You ain't got a, ain't got a, ain't got a real job (Oh)
Fictitious, malicious, oblivious press-cons
Really tho' y'all fucking tyrants in uniforms
Gettin' paid hittin' the streets beating kids
You’re a con job

[Verse 3]
If I were you
I'd believe in the strеngth of the youth
The harder you bury thе truth
The stronger they bloom
We're ending now
No longer be taking your shit
You private guards for the privileged
Starting a genocide calling it national pride
[Verse 4]
Talking with your fist
Said "I asked for it"
Take a shot of you
You fire a shot at me
You're a big bully
With impunity
Point a camera at ya
Then you point a gun at me
Thinking with your dick
What a giant prick!
Get on your knees
You got a lot of boots to lick!
Whatcha hiding now
Could you tell me why? (Tell me why)
Would you fire a shot at me (Tell me why)
For standing for my rights? (Hey-yeah)

[Chorus]
You ain't got a, ain't got a, ain't got a real job
Fictitious, malicious, oblivious press-cons
Really tho' y'all fucking tyrants in uniforms
Gettin' paid hittin' the streets beating kids
You’re a con job