Verse 1
Tired of the noise on the six o’clock screen
Every headline twisted, painted red and blue mean
Say the system’s broken but you’re breaking it more
Hands tied on the cops while you’re screaming “no law”
You light the match, then you cry when it burns
Point fingers everywhere, never wait your turn
Talk about peace with a brick in your palm
Chaos in the streets, then you play like you’re harmed
Pre-Chorus
You shout real loud ‘bout the fights you choose
Then hide behind tears when it’s time to lose
Chorus
I’m sick of the agenda, sick of the lies
Sick of the script and the victim disguise
You poke the bear, then you act surprised
When the night goes dark and the truth collides
Hands off the law, then you scream “save me”
Break every rule, then blame the safety
I’m done with the games, done with pretend
You can’t start the fire, then cry at the end
Verse 2
Every cop’s a villain in your edited frame
But you dial that badge when you’re scared of the flame
You chant about justice, but dodge the blame
Selective outrage, same old name
You tear down statues, rewrite the past
Cancel a voice if it talks too fast
If facts don’t fit, then facts gotta go
Truth gets buried under fake moral glow
Pre-Chorus
You call it progress, I call it control
Paint me the enemy, absolve your soul
Chorus
I’m sick of the agenda, sick of the lies
Sick of the script and the victim disguise
You poke the bear, then you act surprised
When the night goes dark and the truth collides
Hands off the law, then you scream “save me”
Break every rule, then blame the safety
I’m done with the games, done with pretend
You can’t start the fire, then cry at the end
Bridge
Accountability’s a word you avoid
Everything’s trauma, nothing’s a choice
You shout “defund” from a guarded gate
Protected by the thing you claim to hate
Final Chorus
I’m sick of the agenda, sick of the spin
Sick of the saints with original sin
You burn it all down, then demand repair
Screaming injustice while gasping for air
This ain’t compassion, it’s power in pain
Weaponized tears in a runaway train
Say it’s oppression, but you hold the pen
You can’t start the war, then cry at the end
Outro
Yeah, I see the pattern, I see the play
Flip the truth, duck the cost, walk away
I’m done being quiet, done being polite
You don’t get the crown just by losing the fight