[opening theme music playing]
♪ If you wanna run, then run away ♪
♪ If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪
♪ If you wanna run, then run away ♪
♪ If you wanna stay, then stay the same ♪
♪ Oh yeah ♪
[music halts]
[uneasy music playing]
[uneasy swell]
[grunts]
[loud thud]
Did you hear--
[door hinge creaks]
We need to leave. Tell Clarence to bring the car around,
then you stay out of sight.
[door hinge creaks]
[uneasy music continues]
[music halts]
[tense music playing]
[Isiah grunts]
[grunts]
[Elena grunts]
[Elena grunting]
[Elena groans]
- [music fades] - [Elena exhales]
["Spiraling" by Danielle Ponder playing]
[Elena breathing shakily]
[phone vibrating]
♪ Mercy on me, my Lord ♪
♪ I found a man Who said he'd be good to me, Lord ♪
♪ And I lost myself again ♪
♪ Yes, again ♪
♪ Thinking that my heart will find amen ♪
[phone continues vibrating]
♪ All the pressures I will put on him ♪
♪ I shrink myself again ♪
♪ Oh again ♪
♪ Why can't I just, just let it float? ♪
♪ I'm spiraling, spiraling ♪
♪ Slow dance me for, love Where he takes me, I'll go ♪
[phone ringing in the distance]
[monitor beeping]
How old is this hospital? The cafeteria was carrying RC.
Remember we used to mix this shit with Stoli?
[both chuckle]
Damn.
Man, it's been almost six fucking hours.
I know. It's gonna be longer than that before we find out anything,
so get comfortable.
Hey, Isiah's gonna be good too.
I talked to the doctor. They patching him up right now.
- He's gonna be smooth, a'ight? - A'ight.
[Kwesi clears throat]
D still not talking?
Not to me.
He will, man.
He'll come around.
Hey, I got her on tape.
The dead woman.
Oh, that bitch.
I'm gonna email it to you. Want you to put it on something.
What you-- Put it on what?
Whatever, man. Like a-- a thumb drive.
- Thumb drive, all right. - Yeah.
[Kwesi clears throat]
Mr. Daniels.
Mind if we have a word?
In addition to the stolen car found at the site of the attack,
we've recovered a second car registered to Ms. Jayne,
in which we found a vacuum collection tube
containing what appears to be an anticholinergic BZ nerve agent.
Blocks signals to the central nervous system,
masks as a heart attack.
We're taking samples from the hotel room where Laura Jennings was found
to see if we pick up some more traces.
And you've been in contact with Agent Osman from the FBI?
[detective 1] We have.
Because this woman's laptop fully exonerates me.
Agent Osman shares your assessment.
As of this moment, we are looking at Ms. Jayne
as the prime suspect
in the murders of Mark Simon, Laura Jennings, Donald Sloss Jr.,
Stuart Magnusson, and Magnusson's bodyguard Raul Diaz.
[Muncie] Ms. Jayne wasn't acting alone.
This is audio of her acknowledging that she worked for Rodney Kraintz.
Listen to it.
Please.
You've been very helpful, Mr. Daniels.
This woman would still be at large had you not forced her into making a mistake.
We're grateful.
[detective 2] That said, let us take it from here.
[soft music playing]
[nurse echoing] Mr. Daniels.
She's gonna be okay.
[monitor beeping]
Hey.
Hey, buddy.
What's up?
Will you come stay with me while your mom gets better?
I can fix up the second bedroom.
I'm cool.
Want to at least come to dinner?
Why didn't you fix it up before?
[exhales] I think I just thought that, uh...
that it was temporary.
Me and your mom being apart.
It was never about not loving you.
All right?
I'm gonna go to see your mom later.
If you wanna go with me, let me know.
I love you.
[pensive music playing]
[door unlocks]
[door shuts]
[pensive music continues]
[music fades]
[indistinct chatter on TV]
[woman on TV] In stores everywhere.
[breaking news music plays]
[reporter] Elsewhere on Capitol Hill today,
Ross Wright, the chairman of the Energy and Natural Resources Committee,
presided over controversial hearings on the deregulation of mining rights.
Speaking to reporters following the hearing, Wright stated,
quote, "Private companies should be given increased rights,
if we, as a nation, want to survive the climate crisis."
Today, the FBI announced that this woman, Julia Jayne,
was behind the murder of white supremacist Mark Simon.
After a business deal between Simon and Jayne fell apart,
Jayne hired this man, Donald Bartholomew Sloss Jr.,
to commit the gruesome murder,
for which Sloss then attempted to pin the blame
on CNN pundit Muncie Daniels.
Investigators believe Jayne and Sloss also murdered
Wall Street titan Stu Magnusson
due to his apparent clandestine connection to Simon.
An FBI spokesperson went on to say
they believe Jayne to be the sole mastermind behind the murders,
and they consider the case to be officially closed.
[horn honks]
[Kwesi] Kraintz got you off the hook, dawg.
He's fucking with reality. Got everyone believing it was Julia Jayne.
- It don't matter, though. - It does!
- He's the reason Elena is in the hospital. - What about the recording? Huh?
I just spoke to the detective. She's not following up.
Says the conversation can't be fucking verified.
They're not even looking into him.
[sighs]
Look, I know you don't care about this right now, but, uh...
CNN called.
The fuck they want?
When the story hit, Folsom saw it, and now he wants a tell-all.
Get the fuck out of here. That dude just fired me nine days ago.
Yeah. Look, I get it, dawg.
That's why I didn't even want to come to you with this shit, dude.
[phone vibrating]
Is it the hospital?
Hello?
[monitor beeping]
Hey.
I was scared we almost lost you.
Well, it sounds like you almost did.
That bitch shot me, Muncie.
Shot me.
[Elena sighs]
I'm so sorry.
For a million things, but mostly because I wasn't there.
I just spoke to Demetrius.
He's...
not in a good place.
We need time to heal.
And I need to just focus on that without distraction.
- Okay, well, how about we-- - Let me finish.
I love you.
I do.
So much.
[inhales]
And I know why you did what you did.
But when I leave out of here,
D and I need...
We need space.
Can we agree to that?
You take care of him till I feel better, and then...
[sighs]
After that, I need you--
You-- You have to just... [inhales]
...step back.
Yeah.
[exhales]
[speaker chimes]
[woman on speaker] Dr. Turner to OR 1, please.
Dr. Turner, please report to OR 1.
[man] Muncie.
Do you have a moment?
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to...
Bill Johnson.
I'm a lawyer for Rodney Kraintz.
Revitalize.
[inhales]
Uh, personal attorney.
He was wondering if you’re, uh, interested in an offer.
Of what?
Five million dollars for an NDA.
[siren wailing in the distance]
Agreeing to?
Remain silent about what you think you know.
[speaker chimes]
You don't have to answer now.
It's a one-pager.
Pretty simple.
Between you, Rodney, and the wind.
Fuck off.
Have a good day.
Likely means that he's not trying to kill you no more, so, uh...
that's good.
What if I'm not for sale?
Hasn’t your family been through enough, dawg?
Kraintz knows I know the truth.
So even if I sign that, he'll still come after me.
If not today, then in six months.
I'll spend the rest of my days double-checking the locks on my windows,
making sure nobody's fucked with my gas meter at home.
I won't get any sleep at night until I know he's in jail
or dead.
So, what's the move? Hmm?
Because I don't see a lot of options here, at all.
I mean, what you gonna do, uh, kill him?
[Kwesi chuckles]
Nah. You ain't even built like that. Don't even play.
You are not your pops.
Nigga, just sign it.
Take Folsom up on his offer.
Go to CNN and use that to message Kraintz.
Corroborate all the bullshit he been putting out there,
show him that you playing ball, and I am quite sure he will leave you be.
[sighs]
- All right, call Brian. - All right, I'm on it.
And get some security to watch Elena's room. No matter the cost.
Yeah, sure.
What you plan on saying when you get on air?
Still working that out.
[crickets chirping]
[Lucie] Hey.
Hey.
You get your car back okay?
Yeah.
Yeah, I did. Thank you.
I know who killed your husband.
Who ordered it.
Name's Rodney Kraintz.
Have you told the FBI?
I think I may go public.
So I thought I'd let you know first.
Maybe it'll get The Forge off your back if they knew you weren't involved.
You--
You want me to tell The Forge so they can avenge Mark's death?
I want someone to know Kraintz's name
in case he gets to me first.
The guy almost got my wife killed.
Although it's partly my fault...
getting her involved, but, uh...
It was partly my fault too...
that Mark was killed.
Julia Jayne, she, uh... she came to me
pretending to be FBI.
She asked where Mark was.
I, uh...
I didn't care that he was arrested,
but...
So, yeah.
Maybe you're motivated to make people pay.
I want everyone to pay.
Myself included.
This guy really sucks at free throws. [chuckles]
- [Muncie] Yeah. - [Lucie chuckles]
Do you play?
College.
Till I messed up my knee. I--
I didn't finish.
I was in a frat in college.
Mostly white boys.
My father was in prison, so I was just looking.
I was also in the African American Student Union.
The guys in the house started giving me a lot of shit about becoming a militant.
They called me Muncie the Militant.
Here I am, I'm just trying to figure out who I am as a Black man in the world,
and navigating all this shit.
And they were just
wanting me to be the best dancer at every party.
Then I had my daughter.
The guys found out, and they started to tease me
about having a child out of wedlock.
So, uh...
one day, I just, uh...
I just went after them.
And they beat the shit out of me.
I got in a few licks, but, uh...
it's like they were looking for an excuse.
After that, I just--
I just decided to... go it alone.
Looking for, uh...
I don't know.
People are fucking evil.
I should have just stayed cool, though.
That's what I try to teach my son, you know?
You should've taken a bat to their heads.
[sighs]
[Lucie exhales]
You know, the one thing I wish is that he had, uh, taken more advantage
of the kind of community that we have here.
Because that's what's gonna get you through the shit.
Anyway, let's, uh, raise one
for a good man from Brooklyn. Franco!
- [all] Hear, hear! - [woman] Franco!
[indistinct chatter]
It's good you came.
- You good? - Ah.
Uh, I just am.
I don't know. Not good, not bad.
I was such an asshole.
[sighs]
I mean, the guy genuinely fought the good fight.
Loathed injustice, you know.
I hung him out to dry.
I got family too, you know. [sighs]
Anyway.
[exhales]
I can't mess with this case anymore if I want to keep my job,
but this is Franco's notebook.
He didn't have Kraintz's name, but if he had...
I don't know, the last entry's about a cobalt mine in Minnesota.
It could be a thread worth pulling.
- Okay. - Hey.
Thank you.
[country music playing faintly]
Yeah.
[Bobby] How do you know he's saying the truth?
I don't.
But it makes sense.
Mark knew what Revitalize was doing.
Rodney Kraintz runs Revitalize.
Mark supported their shit, then stopped.
Then got killed.
Why are you telling us?
Huh?
Because you keep talking about wanting to find out who killed Mark,
so I'm telling you.
And I'm sick of dim-witted fuckheads thinking I had something to do with it.
How'd they know where Mark was?
If they can make a whole election go their way,
I'm pretty sure they can Google Map where someone's staying.
Well, Mark was pretty careful.
Yeah, except he ended up living next to a Black guy
who figured this shit out while you were sitting here baking fucking cake.
Look, you guys have people everywhere.
People who can find shit out. So I'm telling you what I know, okay?
Do with it what you will.
[sighs]
[exhales]
[breathing heavily]
[knocking on door]
[Folsom] Muncie, you got a sec?
Yeah.
I'm so glad this worked out.
Appreciate you carving out the time.
Such an incredible story.
So, um... [clears throat]
...as we discussed,
we're billing this as a personal exposé
from a cherished contributor on a tragic topic that speaks to our moment.
Cherished?
It's a valid sentiment.
You fired me.
Suspended without pay.
- Come on, man. - Pending a murder investigation.
I think that was fair game.
The point is that you're building a case against this Rodney Kraintz.
And we want to give you that platform.
But we also want you to not hold back on the emotion.
I got you.
Person of color, wrongly accused, ex-wife attacked...
- Not to give you talking points-- - This is about me putting this guy away.
- I agree. - Not me crying.
I understand.
This ain't The View.
This is a news program
on which I'll tell people about someone messing with them and killing for profit.
I understand.
We all understand. The whole world knows about lethal disinformation.
So what I'm asking is to not turn it into a lecture.
You know, viewers respond to feelings.
Not names of people they never heard of.
They want something to be outraged about.
So give them that.
I know there was talk before this all went down
about you getting your own show.
I hear if tonight goes well, there's still a chance.
[soft music playing]
[phone vibrating]
- Kallie. - [Kallie] You going through with it?
Yeah.
There's still a risk.
It's all a fucking risk.
True.
[Muncie] I gotta go.
[Kallie] Good luck.
[line ends]
- [pensive music playing] - [sighs]
[woman] Settle down, everyone. We're back in six.
[Muncie] The audio I just played you was of Julia Jayne,
who the FBI claims was solely responsible for an array of murders.
But they've withheld the name of the man you heard her acknowledge working for,
Rodney Kraintz.
Silent majority owner of Revitalize.
Exposing Kraintz is dangerous,
but I'd rather risk my life than stay silent.
Now, in addition to that audio,
I have further proof of Kraintz and Jayne's partnership.
This is surveillance footage of them
that I obtained from a private airport in Sea Gull Lake, Minnesota,
where Revitalize owns one of the only prospective cobalt mines in the US,
one that will go completely unregulated if next fall's climate bill passes.
Kraintz hired Jayne to eliminate those in the way of deregulation.
So I am imploring authorities to do their job and arrest Rodney Kraintz,
who uses disinformation and murder
to reap profit in the name of sustainability.
That's it.
I also want to talk about something else.
Accountability.
When people like Kraintz corrupt our capacity to care for one another,
then we lose our accountability.
We blame and we sucker punch
rather than being responsible to those around us.
Starting with those in our lives,
which is where I find myself now.
Having stopped being accountable to my community,
to the folks who made me who I am.
Because if I fail them,
I will surely fail all others.
I'm part of the problem too.
I'm not gonna sit here anymore and twist the truth.
So...
this will be my last contribution to the circus.
No more madness.
[grand music playing]
[music fades]
[man] I've never seen anything quite like that before.
[woman] Well, that was certainly very interesting to watch.
I'd like to hear your thoughts on what you just saw and what you heard.
[man] Well, Daniels seemed inspired, but also delusional,
under the impression that he could dismantle the very same system
that made him who he is.
[woman] Well, that said,
given what he's been through, I mean, he looked fantastic.
[man] Yeah, he sure did. And just so earnest.
Though, uh, I'm not sure earnest is gonna earn him any of the accolades.
[woman] You might be right about that. But I just wonder, do you think...
- [glass breaks] - [man 2] Goddammit!
[woman] ...he'll come back? Any thoughts?
[man 1] I'm a betting man, so I'm gonna say no.
[woman] Well, I hope you're wrong. I would like to see him again.
- [man] Anything can happen. - [woman] One day at a time.
- [man] I'm good for the money. - [woman] Thank you so much for your time...
[siren wailing in the distance]
[uneasy music playing]
[music building]
Fuck!
[music halts]
[Muncie] Hey.
Yeah.
[door shuts, locks]
I'm really glad you came.
Mom said I should.
I set up the bedroom.
You mean futon room?
Well, it's a bedroom with a futon.
Come here. Let me show you.
[soft music playing]
I'm only staying one night.
[siren wailing in the distance]
What'd you do with all your stuff?
The awards or whatever.
I don't need that up anymore.
Hey,
maybe we can put some posters up.
You still into Bob Marley?
No one stops being into Bob Marley.
[microwave chiming]
You see me on the news last night?
[Demetrius] Mm-hmm.
A'ight.
Thoughts?
I'm not really sure what it meant.
Means I went after the guy who ordered the attack on your mom.
Kind of just felt like a TV show.
[phone chimes]
Polo?
No.
- Think what I did will make a difference? - TV doesn't make a difference.
- You got a better idea? - If you know who did it...
shoot him up like you almost did them white boys out front Aunt Nadia's.
That's not a solution.
You don't still got that piece?
That's what I would do.
Carry out your own justice?
It's our right.
You even care she almost died?
I do.
‘Cause to me, it don’t even seem like you love her, man.
- She's the one who wanted the separation. - 'Cause she wanted you to be better.
All you ever do is what's best for you.
- That's not true-- - Man, she fucking killed for you!
She killed for you.
You think going on some bitch-ass TV show gonna make you some kind of hero?
Nah.
You don't fucking get it.
Where you going?
[Demetrius] Polo picking me up.
[sighs]
If the priority is to stop domestic terror,
there is more than enough here to start.
There are detailed plans on abductions, bombings, political assassinations,
many of which specifically come from the PA branch of The Forge.
And can you tell us why you've decided to share all of this?
I feel like I should do something.
Yeah, I... I understand that.
But why?
'Cause I was part of it.
And even if I can't make amends...
there needs to be a cost.
So you want to take down The Forge?
Yeah.
Even though they're just a symptom.
Of what?
People fucking with people.
[woman] After Muncie Daniels' allegations two nights ago
concerning data analyst Rodney Kraintz,
Poconos Regional Police issued a statement saying they wanted to speak with Kraintz,
and this morning, Kraintz reported for questioning.
He made these comments just moments ago as he left police headquarters.
Ms. Jayne was a delusional and imbalanced former employee
who went on to commit truly horrible acts.
But the fact is
she was fired a week after the airport photo was captured,
and we've not communicated in over a year.
Even in an age of rampant disinformation,
these manipulated audio recordings
and non-contextualized allegations against me...
- Shut the fuck up! - ...are a new low.
- Thank you. Thank you. - [journalist 1] One more question.
[journalist 2] Are you planning any legal action...
[indistinct chatter continues]
- ["Fire Down" playing] - ♪ I've got bad luck ♪
♪ And I think it's following me ♪
♪ But I'm down and out ♪
♪ But I'm still not on my knees ♪
♪ I'm holdin' on ♪
♪ But I got one thing left, you see ♪
♪ I'm burnin' down ♪
♪ And I can feel this fire in me ♪
♪ I'll bury it now ♪
♪ I'll bury it down ♪
♪ I don't need this now ♪
♪ I'll bury it down ♪
♪ I don't need this now ♪
[music fades]
Yo, D.
[sighs]
[siren wailing in the distance]
[uneasy music playing]
Demetrius!
Demetrius, you need to call me back right the fuck away.
All right?
[dramatic music playing]
[phone vibrating]
- [voicemail chimes] - Yo, it's D. Leave a message.
Fuck.
- [Kallie] Hey, you reach him? - No, but I got a hit on his phone.
500 block, Gulf Ave., Staten Island.
- How close are you? - Uh, thirty minutes.
I'm not that far behind.
[door lock chimes]
Demetrius!
- [Demetrius grunts] - Demetrius!
- Hey. - Why are you here?
Put the gun down.
Man, fuck you!
[fence clatters]
I said put the gun down!
Son!
Hey, put the fucking gun down!
You full of shit!
I think all you do is talk, and you-- you've always been like that!
Just talking, but you never do nothing about it!
What do you want me to do?
I want you to do something!
You want me to kill people?
I-- I don't know, man!
Fuck! [grunting]
- Put the gun down. - Get the fuck off me!
- Put it down! D! - Get off me!
- D, come on now! Come here! - Get the fuck off me!
- Son, come on. - No! No! No! You don't get it!
Come on. Come on.
- You don't get it. - Come on, man!
Come on. No! Come on.
- No, man. - Come on. Come on.
- I can't, Pops. - Come on. Put it down, son. Come here.
- Put it down. - You don't get it.
Put it down.
Come on.
Put it down for me.
Put it down, son.
Put it down, all right? Come on.
It's all right. It's all right.
[breathing heavily]
D.
What the fuck... What the fuck...
[Demetrius sighs]
[soft music playing]
Hey.
Can you get him? He's pretty upset.
Yeah.
So what you gonna do?
I’ll catch up with you in Philly.
Don't be dumb.
[taps car]
[uneasy music playing]
[door hinge creaks]
[uneasy music continues]
[keyboard clacking]
[Muncie] Don't.
Sure.
I would say it's nice to meet you, although after the CNN accusation...
We're not doing that.
Uh, doing what?
The whole thing.
Okay.
- Is that your troll farm in there? - I thought we weren't doing that.
The whole thing.
You here to hurt me?
Should I?
I haven't done anything.
No?
I hire people
to keep people like you at bay.
While I solve problems.
Saving the fucking world?
Providing answers.
Ah. For profit.
For air conditioners because the Earth is hot.
And guess what air conditioners require?
Motherfuckers like you.
- Zero carbon electricity. - Shut the fuck up.
You asked me a question.
You tried to kill my wife.
If someone hurt someone you love, or...
if you feel wounded by the stretching of some truth,
or by the demise of a neo-Nazi,
I would ask that you consider the larger framework.
This is a much--
Stop.
It's just you and I.
A guy with a gun.
A guy sitting at a desk.
I put one in your head, place the gun in your hands,
disable that camera over there, and I walk.
Actually, you drive.
Back to your fanciful apartment.
Paid for by a network that is owned by entities
that destroy our planet daily.
[chuckles] You think I buy
influence, politicians, elections?
Everyone does.
You were bought off the second you smiled into the camera.
You couldn't extricate yourself if you tried.
[chuckles]
[gun fires]
[electric crackling]
Why the fuck did you frame me?
You were there.
But you're off now. You're free. Go work in a soup kitchen.
And what if I kill you first?
The sins of the father.
That's not what you want.
It would still make you dead.
There's a hundred more of me out there.
Me dead on a warehouse floor means nothing.
[soft music playing]
I'm a cog in a machine.
We both are.
Inconsequential. But you won't kill me.
Because you desire more accountability, no?
To your community.
The folks who made you who you are.
Then again, maybe ask yourself, what does that community want?
Vengeance?
Or moral leadership?
[sharp sting]
Go ahead.
There's already somebody else. And they know exactly...
who you are.
[gun fires]
[dramatic music builds]
[music halts]
- ["These Arms of Mine" playing] - ♪ These arms of mine ♪
♪ They are lonely ♪
♪ Lonely and feeling blue ♪
♪ These arms of mine ♪
♪ They are yearning ♪
♪ Yearning from wanting you... ♪
[clamoring]
♪ And if you ♪
♪ Would let them hold you... ♪
I am happy to announce that the DA's office has cleared me
of any involvement in Mr. Simon's death.
Thank you.
♪ They are burning ♪
♪ Burning from wanting you... ♪
[Bobby] Hey!
♪ These arms of mine ♪
[reporter 1] Some are calling it poetic justice,
after this morning's broad daylight assassination
of data analyst Rodney Kraintz,
who not long ago was accused of masterminding
the murder of white supremacist thought leader Mark Simon.
If you stir up the madness of the world,
then that madness will eventually come back to bite you,
and I believe that's what we saw today with Rodney Kraintz.
[reporter 2] Polls indicate that Energy Commission Chairman Ross Wright
is on track to handily win his Senate re-election campaign this fall.
We'll be following that race as it goes on and we get closer to election day.
♪ Just be my little woman ♪
♪ Just be my lover, oh ♪
- ♪ I need me somebody... ♪ - [indistinct chatter]
♪ Somebody to treat me right... ♪
[claps] That's all.
♪ I need your arms... ♪
- [indistinct chatter] - ♪ Loving arms to hold me tight ♪
Bring me the corn.
Oh.
Let's see what you can do with this, man.
Get it a little hotter.
[Demetrius chuckles]
My mom and I used to come out to this park when I was a kid.
She and her girls would sit over there and just sip on rum and Cokes
and hand me the leftover Coke, and I'd just watch them gab.
Man.
It was nice.
[Muncie sighs]
This is nice.
Come here.
Give your daddy some love.
[Muncie breathes deeply]
- [motorcycle engine turns over] - [engine revs]
[uneasy music playing]
[Kallie] Dad.
- [high-pitched ringing] - [tense music playing]
- [music halts abruptly] - [Kallie] Dad, you gotta let it go.
Let what go?
The crazies.
You can't live your life worrying.
Yo, Dad.
Look.
["He Got Game (feat. Stephen Stills)" by Public Enemy playing]
♪ If man is the father The son is the center of the earth ♪
♪ In the middle of the universe Then why ♪
♪ Is this verse Comin' six times rehearsed? ♪
♪ Don't freestyle much But I write 'em like such ♪
♪ Amongst the fiends Controlled by the screens ♪
♪ What does it all mean All this shit I'm seein'? ♪
♪ Human beings screaming vocal javelins ♪
♪ Signs of a local nigga unravelling ♪
♪ My wanderin' got my ass wondering Where Christ is in all this crisis? ♪
♪ Hatin' Satan never knew what nice is ♪
♪ Check the papers while I bet on ices ♪
♪ More than your eye can see And ears can hear ♪
♪ Year by year all the sense disappears ♪
♪ Nonsense perseveres Prayers laced with fear ♪
♪ Beware, two triple O is near ♪
♪ It might feel good It might sound a little somethin' ♪
♪ But damn the game If it don't mean nothin' ♪
♪ What is game? Who got game? ♪
♪ Where's the game in life? Behind the game, behind the game ♪
♪ I got game, she's got game ♪
♪ We got game They got game, he got game ♪
♪ It might feel good It might sound a little somethin' ♪
♪ But fuck the game If it ain't sayin' nothin' ♪
♪ Damn, was it something I said? ♪
♪ Pretend you don't see So you turn your head ♪
♪ Folks don't even own themselves ♪
♪ Payin' mental rent To corporate presidents ♪
♪ Ugh, one outta one million residents Bein' dissident, who ain't kissin' it ♪
♪ The politics of chains and whips ♪
♪ Got the sick missin' chips And all the championships ♪
♪ What's love got to do With what you got? ♪
♪ Don't let a win get to your head Or a loss to your heart ♪
♪ Nonsense perseveres Prayers laced with fear ♪
♪ Beware, two triple O is near ♪
♪ It might feel good It might sound a little somethin' ♪
♪ But damn the game If it don't mean nothin' ♪
♪ What is game? Who got game? ♪
♪ Where's the game in life? Behind the game, behind the game ♪
♪ I got game, she's got game We got game, they got game, he got game ♪
[music fades]