Fog Machine

(Verse 1)
I ain’t watchin’ the chalk line, I’m watchin’ the plant
Where they stamp out the pain with a budget and a plan
Everybody argue ‘bout who pulled the trigger
Nobody ask why the trigger keep findin’  fingers

They call it necessary, call it the cost
Call it order, call it freedom holocausts 
But I seen the blueprints, this ain’t nature at work
This a fear-built tower held together with power and perks

Uniforms, paper trails, flags in the breeze
Ain’t grow from the dirt like the roots of a tree
This welded by men scared of losin’ control
Needed clean words to justify souls gettin’ sold

(Hook)
They lift the curtain just enough to keep your mind clean
Shot throw the bones, never show you the crime Scene 
Truth drip slow, hope keep you numb
Machine stay fed while the people stay done

(Verse 2)
Vietnam a lesson, Iraq bad calls
Latin America just “complex” wars
Dead kids turned into language and charts
‘Cause real words would tear the whole thing apart

They say pain was required for somethin’ that’s big
Soon as I hear “greater good,” I check what they hid
Any power talkin’ abstract, talkin’ high
Got one hand on your heart, one hand up your hide

Nature don’t ask for permission to breathe
River don’t vote when it cut through the street
Wolf don’t campaign, don’t file no report
When it can’t lead no more, that’s the end of support

(Hook)
They don’t need belief, they just need your time
Need you tired enough to fall in line
Truth out loud but the teeth gone numb
Everybody know, still nothin’ done

(Verse 3)
That’s the fog now, it ain’t lies, it’s delay
Wear you down what you know. 
, make resistance decay slow.  
Job, house, age, let the fire go dim
They don’t gotta win—you just gotta swim

So when I say I don’t bow but to natural law
I mean if it can’t stand light, let it fall
I ain’t waitin’ fifty years for Jeffery’s files to clear
If it’s real, it work right now, right here

No fireworks, no saviors comin’ in
Just a choice every day who you feed from within makes the difference everyday 
That roman wheel look ancient, tired, and late Question is simple: do you have a spine? 

(Outro)
Nature don’t stall.
Truth don’t need time.
And anything beggin’ for patience
already crossed the line.

90–94 BPM Minor key Sparse, heavy beat Late snare Classic West Coast conscience rap  4/4 Straight, F minor, G minor, A