Found nothing

Lyrics

[Intro – spoken, close mic, paper rustling] Yeah… Read that shit again. Investigated all damn month… Found nothin’. (chuckle) Well, there it is. [Hook] They dug all month — FOUND NOTHIN’ Turned every stone — FOUND NOTHIN’ Came lookin’ for smoke, kicked doors for somethin’ Whole lotta talk, but they FOUND NOTHIN’ Weak-ass charges, barely holdin’ up Tried to make a mountain out a little dust “What you want me to do, bullshit again?” Hell nah— NO FUN, NOT WORTH IT. [Verse 1] Black ink bleeding on a notebook line Whole investigation wastin’ everybody’s time Looked left, looked right, went back through twice Still couldn’t find enough to make the story sound right Everybody got theories, everybody got tales Everybody turn detective when they want somebody jailed But facts don’t bend just because you push You can shake every branch, still come down with a bush Month went by, they was huntin’ that ghost Looking for a fire where there wasn’t no smoke Then somebody finally wrote what nobody would say: “Charges look weak — ain’t much here anyway.” [Pre-Chorus] So run it again… Check every name. Check every lie. Check every claim. When the dust finally settles And the bullshit stops— Tell ’em what you found. [HOOK] NOTHIN’. They dug all month — FOUND NOTHIN’ Turned every stone — FOUND NOTHIN’ Came lookin’ for smoke, kicked doors for somethin’ Whole lotta noise, but they FOUND NOTHIN’ Weak-ass charges, barely holdin’ up Whole damn circus and the tent packed up “What you want me to do, bullshit again?” NO FUN — NOT WORTH IT. [Verse 2 – heavier] Funny how a rumor turns gospel overnight One mouth says it wrong, ten swear that it’s right Put a badge on suspicion, put a file on a guess Then act surprised when the evidence says less I ain’t scared of questions — ask every damn one But don’t call it thunder when you ain’t got a gun Don’t write me a villain ’cause the ending sounds good Truth ain’t obligated to behave like Hollywood So scribble that conclusion, underline that shit After all that digging, this is all you get: No smoking gun, no grand finale Just ink on the paper saying— [Beat cuts] Found. Fuckin’. Nothin’. [Final Hook – huge] They dug all month — FOUND NOTHIN’ Spent all that time — FOUND NOTHIN’ Wanted that monster, wanted that villain But when truth hit the table— FOUND NOTHIN’ No fun. Not worth it. Case getting weak and everybody nervous. “What you want me to do, bullshit again?” Nah. [Outro – tape hiss / spoken] Investigated all month… Found nothin’. Sometimes the shortest report says the most.