Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cynical, artist - Propaganda. Album song Crooked, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.05.2017
Record label: Humble Beast
Song language: English
Cynical |
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 |