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Lyrics
[Instrumental lead in fir 12 bars]
[Intro – Spoken / crowd under beat - Boom bap drums, subtle strings, city ambience]
We’ve felt hunger.
We’ve seen injustice.
From the corner blocks to the halls of power —
We make them hear our voice.
[Verse 1 - Laid-back, deliberate Nas-style flow]
Empty fridge, overdue rent, lights about to go,
While politicians dine, their pockets overflow.
Mother chooses food or medicine, father lost to the cage,
System’s written in ink, but the ink hides the rage.
I walked these streets, saw the pain every day,
Every crack in the pavement tells a story of decay.
But knowledge is power — I speak, I expose,
The truth sharp enough to cut through their clothes.
[Hook - West Coast bounce layered, call-and-response]
From the streets — to the White House halls,
We rise up, we will break these walls.
From the block — to the Congress floor,
The people at the door, they can’t ignore anymore.
[Verse 2 - Faster, internal rhyme Nas-style, crisp drums + scratches]
Lobbyist checks can’t silence the roar,
Truth travels fast — they can’t hide it no more.
From the Bronx to Oakland, Chicago to L.A.,
The struggle’s universal — the people find a way.
We study the rules, but we don’t play their game,
We demand justice, not charity, not fame.
Marching through marble halls with our heads held high,
We’re not asking for power — we’re taking what’s rightfully mine.
[Hook - Call-and-response, layered chants, horns + synths]
From the streets — to the White House halls,
We rise up, we will break these walls.
From the block — to the Congress floor,
The people at the door, they can’t ignore anymore.
[Bridge - Beat stripped, bass heartbeat, choir vocals rising]
Hands up — the future is ours to build,
No handouts, no silence, no fear to yield.
Blood in the soil, but our roots hold tight,
Every struggle endured gives birth to light.
[Verse 3 - Powerful, lyrical, storytelling with political clarity]
I’ve seen children with no books while tanks roll the streets,
While bankers get bailouts, neighborhoods face defeat.
But voices from the corners echo through glass,
When the people rise, unjust systems don’t last.
Pain becomes power, fire becomes the plan,
From streets to Senate, we reclaim what they banned.
A new day is coming, the walls will shake,
When the people stand together, the system breaks.
[Final Hook – Extended - Full-band, horns, marching drums, chants]
From the streets — to the White House halls,
We rise up, we will break these walls.
From the block — to the Congress floor,
The people at the door, they can’t ignore anymore.
From our pain — to the power we own,
We built this, we bled this, now we take that throne.
From the streets — we don’t bow, we don’t bend,
This is the people’s rise — it will never end.
[Outro – Spoken / beat fades - DJ scratches, crowd chanting “No more lies!” fading]
They wrote laws to silence us.
We wrote actions to outlast them.
From the streets to the seats of power —
The people rise.
[Verse 4 – The Emporium - Beat swells, horns rise, marching drums layered with crowd chants]
Picture the chamber — velvet chairs, gold frames,
But outside, broken streets remember our names.
We bring the block to the dome, truth echo like fire,
Every voice in the crowd makes the ceiling climb higher.
I see children with pencils raised like swords,
Mothers with banners, fathers kicking down doors.
Elders with wisdom, youth with the flame,
All of us together — no one left in chains.
This is more than a march — it’s an empire reborn,
Built from struggle and sweat, from the nights we mourn.
From the corner to Congress, from the pain to the plan,
We don’t beg for tomorrow — we take it by hand.
[Final Hook – Extended - Full-band, horns, marching drums, chants]
From the streets — to the White House halls,
We rise up, we will break these walls.
From the block — to the Congress floor,
The people at the door, they can’t ignore anymore.
From our pain — to the power we own,
We built this, we bled this, now we take that throne.
From the streets — we don’t bow, we don’t bend,
This is the people’s rise — it will never end.
[Outro – Spoken / beat fades]
[DJ scratches, crowd chanting “No more lies!” fading]
They wrote laws to silence us.
We wrote actions to outlast them.
From the streets to the seats of power —
The people rise.
Details
GeneratedAug 22, 2025
Duration3:44
Style
rap, hip hop, blues
Credits
Prompt by
GrooveKernel
GrooveKernelModelAria v4
