Verse 1 They bury our stories, try to keep us down, Erase our existence from their high-rise towns. But we still here, scars deep in the earth, Each soul that’s gone, gives our struggle its worth. They paint us as shadows, like we never breathed, Just numbers in a ledger, the lives they thieved. Our history's written in the tears and the blood, But we rise from the ashes, we rise from the mud. Concrete jungles built on graves and bones, We inherit the pain, we inherit the stones. But we’ll shout from the mountains, scream to the sky, We carry the names of the ones who died. Chorus They tried to silence us, but we sing for the lost, Each word we spit, for every life that it cost. We’re the voices of the fallen, echoes that stay, Against hate, against death, every beat’s our pay. Verse 2 They think we forget, but we keep the flame, Each life, each love, every lost name. From nations divided, ripped apart by greed, They ignore our pleas, but we plant the seed. Walls rise, cities built...
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