Yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh,
oh. I woke up in a world where the headlines write the history.
Where a lie becomes the truth if it's repeated with consistency.
Everybody got a screen, everybody got a theory, but nobody chase the facts when information sounds appealing.
They can sell you any story with a face and a microphone.
Turn a complicated issue into something black and white.
And love a label on a stranger, make a villain out of fear.
Then convince a million people that the enemy is standing near.
I watched a whole community start arguing for days over words that came from people who had never seen the
place. One side throwing accusations, other side defending pride, while the ones who started conflict watch
the numbers multiply. That's a clever operation, keep the people divided.
When they're busy fighting neighbors, they forget who supplied it.
Give them somebody to blame, give them something to despise.
Keep them staring at the smoke while the real decisions hide.
I ain't claiming I know everything, I'm saying we should question every promise from a podium, every carefully
paved confession. Every hill I need to storm, every claim deserves a test.
You can listen to an argument without following the rest.
Blessed, I was taught to trust my eyes, but even eyes can be deceived.
So I search for more than one account before I choose what to believe.
Knowledge isn't something handed to you wrapped in a bow.
It's the work of asking questions when the easy answer's told.
Oh, oh, oh,
oh. I woke up in a world where the headlines write the history.
Where a lie becomes the truth if it's repeated with consistency.
Everybody got a screen, everybody got a theory, but nobody chase the facts when information sounds appealing.
They can sell you any story with a face and a microphone.
Turn a complicated issue into something black and white.
And love a label on a stranger, make a villain out of fear.
Then convince a million people that the enemy is standing near.
I watched a whole community start arguing for days over words that came from people who had never seen the
place. One side throwing accusations, other side defending pride, while the ones who started conflict watch
the numbers multiply. That's a clever operation, keep the people divided.
When they're busy fighting neighbors, they forget who supplied it.
Give them somebody to blame, give them something to despise.
Keep them staring at the smoke while the real decisions hide.
I ain't claiming I know everything, I'm saying we should question every promise from a podium, every carefully
paved confession. Every hill I need to storm, every claim deserves a test.
You can listen to an argument without following the rest.
Blessed, I was taught to trust my eyes, but even eyes can be deceived.
So I search for more than one account before I choose what to believe.
Knowledge isn't something handed to you wrapped in a bow.
It's the work of asking questions when the easy answer's told.