I see you had your mind made all up
you group of pityful liars.
Before I woke to face the day,
your master plan transpired.
- Something told me -
this job had more to meet the eye.
My song is not believed?
My words somewhat deceiving?
Now I'm unwhole.

Refrain:
You're waged a war of nerves,
but you can't crush the kingdom.
Can't be what what your idols are,
can't leave that scar.
You cry for compensation.
I ask you please just give us:
5 minutes alone

I read your eyes, your mind was made up.
You took me for a fool.
You used complexion of my skin
for a counter rascist tool.
-You can't burn me-
I've spilled my guts out in the past.
Taken advantage of because you know where
I've come from.
My past.

Refrain