Beefive

Used to be when you get knocked down

You'd take a bump on the cold, hard ground

But the world's gone soft, now the soil is padded

It's easier to hit the like than be emphatic

The measure of a man ain't much anymore

A million fingers point before the crime scene is explored

Ill intent. Words of Sin

You can speak, but don't offend

Ill intent, words of sin

Guilty with no chance to defend