We Get the Bill

[Intro] Read the fine print. Apparently, the law has a guest list. [Verse 1] January twentieth-the ink ain't dry, Trump's handing out pardons with the flags still high. Tarrio: twenty-two years, then the exit— "Back the blue" got an asterisk next to it. Jury reached a verdict; you reached for a pen, "Respect the rule of law"—till the law found your friends. No signature can make those smashed windows whole, Can't pardon what the whole damn country watched unfold. Six weeks past the deadline for the big Epstein drop, If the law means a deadline, why's your clock allowed to stop? Protect survivors' privacy-that duty should be clear; The law doesn't protect a politician's career. No team gets a pass, no donor gets a shield, I want the paper trail, whatever it reveals. Quit selling us a trailer when the public needs the truth, Survivors deserve more than a flag behind a suit. [Hook] YOU GET A PARDON-WE GET THE BILL! Same damn flag, but a different damn deal. "Law and order"—who the fuck is it for? You got a welcome mat; we got boots at the door. Big, beautiful bullshit, gift-wrapped in a flag— They call it "for the people" while the people hold the bag! [Verse 2] Kash, AP got the emails-what a hell of a receipt: "VIP snorkel" where the fallen sailors sleep. At the Arizona? That's the perk you thought you'd earned? Some places call for silence. Some respect you ought to learn. Quarter-billion lawsuit, says the drinking story's lies; The Atlantic stands behind it-let the court decide. But a badge don't buy immunity from questions from the press— You work for us, motherfucker. Get accustomed to the stress. Miller wants three thousand-put a quota on a life, Home Depot parking lot, work boots in the lights. Promised violent criminals; the net keeps getting wide, Since when do calloused hands mean there's a killer trapped inside? "Family values" on a banner, families living scared, Who gets to be a human when the cameras aren't there? Don't tell me fear is freedom 'cause a badge is on a chest— A quota isn't justice. It's a number getting met. [Hook] YOU GET A PARDON-WE GET THE BILL! Same damn flag, but a different damn deal. "Law and order"—who the fuck is it for? You got a welcome mat; we got boots at the door. Big, beautiful bullshit, gift-wrapped in a flag— They call it "for the people" while the people hold the bag! [Verse 3] July Fourth, fireworks, cameras on the lawn, Cut into the safety net and tell us to applaud. Ten million more uninsured-that's CBO's projection, By twenty-thirty-four; who calls that protection? Forty-five billion for detention, ready to spend, But when somebody needs a doctor, now the budget has an end. The money finds the penthouse; the cuts find the kitchen, Same old class war with a brand-new ribbon. Picture someone at the counter putting groceries back, While a suit explains the beauty of the numbers on a graph. Every little "saving" has a face you never show, Every "tough decision" lands on someone down below. Don't tell a working mother she's the weight around your neck, While she keeps the fucking lights on with the tax out of her check. Put your slogan on a red hat, put your cuts down in the law— You can trademark "greatness"; you can't trademark what we saw. [Bridge] "Never again" ain't a museum souvenir, It's a duty when your neighbors start to disappear. History doesn't need the same salute to leave a scar— It needs enough good people saying, "That's just how things are." [Final Hook] YOU GET A PARDON-WE GET THE BILL! Same damn flag, but a different damn deal. "Law and order"—who the fuck is it for? We're the ones who paid for every marble on your floor. Big, beautiful bullshit-we can read beneath the brand: You don't own this country just because you hold the pen! [Outro] Public servant. Read the first word. Then learn the second.