Propaganda - Cynical lyrics

Where were you when we were dying? Flying to Trump rallies, sipping the finest wine and (you aren't even racists) We fought off the Five-Percenters They called him White Jesus, lowkey started to believe 'em Why you ain't marching 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 pa** 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 who*es 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