COUPLET 1
"I.
The stars on the flag are bullet holes in a tin roof,
Freedom’s a dialect only the shadows speak fluent.
We plant crosses where the apple pie rots,
Harvest the silence—sell it back as ‘thoughts and prayers’.
II.
The Statue’s torch is a flickering Zippo,
Her green skin peeling like expired hope.
They told us to pull ourselves up by the bootstraps,
But the rope was always part of the blueprint."
🎶 REFRAIn
"This is the requiem of the almost-weres,
The hymn of the hands that built the gallows they swing from.
We march in place to a broken metronome,
While the auctioneer sells our graves by the square foot."
🔥 COUPLET 2
"III.
The American Dream? A Russian nesting doll—
Open the promise: find a smaller, uglier lie.
McMansions built on Cherokee bone meal,
The white picket fence is just a prettier barbed wire.
IV.
We GPS our souls to the nearest exit,
But the highway’s a noose woven from tax returns.
They digitize the revolution, put it on a NFT,
While the water cannons write the footnotes."
🌪️ PONT 1
"The factory whistle screams the same note since ‘29,
We’re all Pinkertons policing our own starvation.
The boss wears our faces like a masks gallery,
And calls it ‘diversity’."
⚡ COUPLET 3
"V.
Langston’s rivers still flood the project halls,
But the levees are made of LinkedIn profiles.
VI.
The ‘hood’s a diorama in a tech bro’s loft,
Our pain curated next to the Warhol prints.
VII.
They gentrify the apocalypse now,
Turn mass graves into minimalist coffee tables."
🌊 PONT 2
"The tide only kisses the shore to steal more sand,
We’re the shipwrecks they photograph for their ‘authentic’ wallpaper.
History’s a credit score—
And we’re all subprime."
🎶 REFRAIN FINAL
