For the Kids Who Can’t Punch Back

RFK Jr. is selling salvation with the track marks still visible under his sleeves.

The hardest part wasn’t writing it. It was deciding whether a song about a recovering addict turned medical messiah, selling paranoia to scared parents, was punching down—or punching exactly where it needs to.

I went with the latter.

The kids he keeps invoking in his speeches don’t get to punch back.

Verse 1

He’s on a stage with his jaw set tight
Preaching fire ‘bout wrong and right
Says the children look betrayed
By the poisons in our veins

But I see veins he used to chase
Hollow eyes and a hollow faith
Still, he plays the savior’s part
With a needle past and a broken heart

And I laugh, not ‘cause it’s funny, no
But ’cause truth don’t come from a TV glow
He says, “Look into their faces” with a trembling voice
But man, I’ve looked in yours — and I don’t rejoice

Pre-Chorus

You wear conviction like a suit of steel
But it creaks and cracks with every deal
Preach clean air with a toxic tongue
You forgot where you came from

Chorus

Look into their faces
You say it like a vow
But the truth behind the curtain
Is the part you won’t allow

Look into their faces
Before you damn the crowd
The addict in the mirror
Still preaching way too loud

Hook

Ooooh, we know the truth you hide
Ooooh, you can’t outrun the light

Verse 2

They built a name on blood and brains
On service, science — not campaign games
But you rewrote the script in your own voice
Turned a family crest into background noise

Your brother said, “He doesn’t speak for us”
Your sister begged you to stop the bluff
While you pose in front of a flag and flame
They’re at home scrubbing down the Kennedy name

Verse 3

You speak of cures and modern plagues
Of poisoned minds and lab-made fakes
But you’ve become the thing you warned
A brand, not a reform

Your tone is tight, your truths rehearsed
And your gospel sold to feed the worst
Each phrase you bend, each fear you stoke
Turns science into smoke

Bridge

I watched you smile while others bled
Preaching fear while doctors pled
Families prayed you’d just back down
But louder lies still get the crown

Final Chorus

Look into their faces
You say it like a vow
But the truth behind the curtain
Is the part you won’t allow

Look into their faces
Before you damn the crowd
The prophet in the mirror
Still drowning out the truthThe smog behind your message
Turns clean air into abuse