It's Your Fault/Boom Baptist

My definition of justice can either be very short, or very long Go to a mirror Look at the person that's looking back at you Fit it Justice So I was watching the television And a commercial comes on of a new trending product in stores It's of a realistically humanized action figure that's being marketed by the media They are so unbelievably real when you walk past them you don't even realize they're machines And when you wave to them they actually have the appearance that they're pleased by your greetings The brand that has made them has mastered mimicking human tendency When you insult them they become insecure When you praise them they become prideful When you point guns at them they fear for their lives And when you harm them they actually shed blood In addition, it has one button on its back that triggers two functional capabilities It points forward and it says it's your fault Two functional capabilities that comedically mimics that of a real boy And it said that with a parent or guardians permission You can purchase this amazing toy through the 1800 number below or at your local toy store So on and so forth After hearing that ad I was absolutely attracted and I traveled to the toy store to check out this new product But when I got there I realized something On the shelves there were no toys Only mirrors packed in boxes And it dawned on me that I wasn't watching the attractive advertisements of an action figure I was watching the maleficent madness of mainstream media The idea is that the new trending and popularized toy that was being mass produced Wasn't being produced in factories It was being produced in attitudes The mirror in packaging was to show us ourselves In light of how we habitually blame others for the destruction of our world The figurine I saw on television wasn't an exaggerated A graded copy or model of man It was man Yeah, Dad I'm at the studio I'm at the studio, Dad I'll be home soon I'm just trying to finish up a project Aight, Dad This verse is for conscious and monstrous alike Immersed in a contest competing for life It's worse than the pocket that's greedy for green Telling me it hurts to go left when the money is right What hurts for the victim is pleading for rights when the monster is conjuring up a demon for fight What hurts for the victim is not so much the injury It could be stress from sentencing to mental penitentiary Church sing the mantra where the monster meets the hero De Niro could meet a Focker GodFather was pushed to zero You weirdo, I put you in a fear Look at these tears flow Slow Sentiments in my sentence and I appear as though I'm a doctor Lyricism is medicinal Pivotal demonstrations for spiritual levitation False activism negating the consequences for hating I'm Haitian I'm hardly happy when happy just means complacent Follow me Here's an apology And an optional optimal obstacle that could prolly free the impossible I'm an alien. It's plausible that crop circles would end up on the brains of men You still rocking the chains from them We're getting bolder Rock heavy weighing on shoulders and cliffs Tormenting this as if it came from abyss Coast to coast. We're ghosting the culture We pinned like a poster Consuming spewed dead rhetoric In tune with the vultures Just uh. Just bounce. Just bou bou bou bou bou bounce