Lyrics:

There's an ear,
The sky's getting fat with em
and it's looking to hear,
some words for its algorithm
It's just playing it safe
you just can't know who to trust these days

There's a gun
The sky's getting fat with em
There aint nowhere to run
unless their damn sure you're running with em
and its learning your face
you just can't tell who to trust these days

Were you picking a bone with the state?
had you a head full of unmade mistakes?
Well they got ways, of keeping them that way.
And, 'aint that the way we was raised,
you bite your tongue if you 'aint got nothing polite to say,
Let the big men have their way.

So consult your runes, or salt your wounds
whatever makes them last longer
But keep the moon's time in your womb
and know it's making us stronger.
wait a little longer,
a little bolder again.
It's free if you want it
It's free.