COINTELPROdigal Son Lyrics


He spoke too loud,

so they redacted him in blood

Traced his route

Sold the map.

Marked for breach.

Backed by warrants.

Split his skull before he woke.

No threat.

Just empire's math:

Ninety rounds.

One body.

The rat got a raise.

He fed kids.

Taught truth.

Scared the state by surviving

He built power,

so they pulled the plug

They kill architects

Then name the street after the stain.