[Intro]
Yo...
This ain't music, it's a sermon in steel,
Truth with bruises, the kind you can feel.
They paved over pain and painted it gold,
But I rhyme for the stories they never told.
Grit in my gut, ghosts in the hall,
Still hear ‘em whisperin’ behind that wall.
This is for the silenced, the system forgot—
A voice from the bottom that burns too hot.
[Hook]
They don’t hear you ‘til you roar...
They don’t hear you ‘til you roar...
Speak truth—break chains—stand tall!
They don’t hear you ‘til you roar...
We rise from the floor—grit in our core!
[Verse 1]
Iron in my bloodline, flames in my speech,
Truth in my throat and a lesson when I preach,
Cracks in the concrete, roots still reach,
Rebel with a cause, I was raised in the breach.
Black sky sermons from a tenement steeple,
Bassline heavy like the weight of my people,
Soul sample bleeding through the static and the hiss,
Revolution in the rhythm, every beat got a fist.
Mic in my hand like a Molotov lit,
Bars like bricks in a justice-built script,
A poet with a target, a prophet in the grime,
Still dodgin’ devils in the corridors of time.
[Hook]
They don’t hear you ‘til you roar...
They don’t hear you ‘til you roar...
Truth speaks—walls fall—no fear!
They don’t hear you ‘til you roar...
From ashes we build—right here!
[Verse 2]
I rap for the kids with no safe sound,
Who heard sirens before they heard nouns.
Where the blocks don’t breathe and the streets don’t sleep,
And dreams hit the curb where the blood runs deep.
Soul in the drum, truth in the crate,
Every loop I lace with the weight of the state.
Grit in my verse, hope in my pitch,
I rhyme for the ones caught deep in the ditch.
No chains on my thoughts, no leash on my spit,
Each line a revolt, every rhyme’s a misfit.
I ain't tryna chart—I’m tryna change the frame,
Turn pain into fire, put respect on our name.
[Hook]
They don’t hear you ‘til you roar...
They don’t hear you ‘til you roar...
Can’t cage the soul—we push through!
They don’t hear you ‘til you roar...
The mic’s our sword—cut truth!
[Outro]
The beat fades out, but the struggle stay loud,
We carry the names, we speak ‘em proud.
March through the static, rise through the grime,
Leave ink on the page like blood through time.
So when the record skips and the lights go black,
Know the soul in the loop always brings it back.
We ain't just echoes—we the ones who roar...
'Til the silence ain’t silence no more.
Drozalloxx
