You march for justice, fists in the air
ICE rolls up, they don't care
Clouds of gas make your eyes burn red,
You paid for every can they shoot and spread
From your check to their stockpile stash,
Chokin' on freedom, feel the backlash
You paid for the gas you're chokin' on,
Pepper ball splatters, the sting is strong
Flash-bang booms that rattle your brain
Tax dollars rainin' down the pain
The pepperball shot in the Pastor's face
For praying and asking for Grace
You funded the fight that's beatin' you down!
Pepper balls fly, 71 mil in the pot,
Hundreds of thousands, connect the dot
Check your receipt, did you get what you sought?
That’s premium mist that your overtime bought
No refunds, no returns, just a lung full of "thanks,"
For keeping the propellant in all of their tanks.
You're a Platinum Member of the "Hit the Floor" club,
Sponsored by your local tax-paying hub
Flash bombs burst on your block tonight,
Protester, payer, one and the same
While you're yelling "Shame! Shame! Shame!" loud and clear,
You're funding Donald Trump's war game right here
Trump's training ground, his own damn words,
You're paying to be their target practice, absurd!
That five-buck deduction from your Friday night pay?
It didn't fix the pothole or the bridge in decay
It didn't feed a kid or fix a school roof,
It’s lodged in your ribcage—there’s your physical proof
It’s a bitter cold harvest from the seeds that you sowed,
A "Service Denied" sign on a taxpayer's road
You paid for the gas you're chokin' on,
Pepper ball splatters, the sting is strong
Flash-bang booms that rattle your brain,
Tax dollars rainin' down the pain
You bought the munitions, now feel the blast,
Rise up, demand it stops at last!
Look at the sheen on that tactical vest,
Your property taxes gave 'em the best.
High-definition optics to track where you run,
You bought the lens, now you’re staring down the gun.
All that gas unleashed on Americans' school ground grass,
The men in gear that came in mass,
Throwing children down on their ass.
Isn't it sleek? Isn't it grand?
The finest oppression that your cash can command
Seventy-one million, your hard-earned cash,
Buys the tear gas crash, the pepper ball smash.
From Quantico crates to Chicago streets,
Your taxes turn protests to retreats
Trump's ICE army, geared to the teeth,
You paid for the pain underneath.
Breathin' in your dividends, it’s a blue-chip haze,
You're the CEO of your own misery phase.
The pepper ball bruise on your chest;
You paid for the VIP riot-squad guest.
Go home, wash your eyes, check your bank account balance,
You're funding the giants while you’re throwing the challenge
Every hour you work, every dollar you earn
Your valued contribution, a gallon of gas just waiting to burn
Thanks for your investment
We hope you enjoyed the service
No more funding your own defeat,
Time to reclaim streets with your feet
SHAME SHAME SHAME SHAME
STOP FUNDING THE WAR GAME
The lead lodged in Renee's head
The reason ,GOOD IS DEAD
GOOD IS DEAD
DrummerDave26
