Too much power in our hands
Everything we do, we do for trend
And the wicked ways that’ll bring us to our end
We sleep under the rug, just to come right back up again
Hysteria is commonplace
The whole world is just one click away
Everybody speaks before they think
The media feeds off judgement
They would let our kind rot in the streets
Even Uncle Sam won’t guarantee
That if you fight, you’ll have a place to sleep
Don’t sound utopian to me
So Lord, don’t rock the cradle
And you better not rock the boat
Any deviance of what’s deemed woke
Is sure to have us at your throat
Words ain’t worth a dime
More like pennies in a well
Better hope and wish ’til your last heard sin
‘Cause copper don’t spin in hell
Well, they tried their best to raise us up
To do your part and wait your turn
‘Reckon schoolhouse rock just didn’t work
‘Cause our mama’s seen it all
Crash and burn
So Lord, don’t rock the cradle
And you better not rock the boat
Any deviance of what’s deemed woke
Is sure to have us at your throat
Words ain’t worth a dime
More like pennies in a well
Better hope and wish ’til your last heard sin
‘Cause copper don’t spin in hell
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