You ain't woke You're a joke! Walkin' around with one eye closed and a stick in the other
You're supposed to be my brother but you mope around like everything's wrong and cut the tongue out of the mouth of your own mother
You're a cancer fighting against a cure Cutting down Osimandius with a blow torch refusing to recognize his death as final The sand was all that was left but you dredge it up while hiding your true intentions all the while
What's the harm? You ask me to fall in line I got a little bit of chalk left, so I draw my own to avoid your land mines
Your a disaster and I'm a commotion that stirs it up better than the roughest of oceans Cancel me not already doctored up by censors Keep the truth steady and the history for mentors
I only got one question before the judge calls for recess When will you let go of the past? At this rate, America will never last!