Breaking invisible chains, yeah we rising through the pain
Born in a system where the wealth don’t trickle the same
Red lines on maps, but the scars on the brain
Generational drought while they dancing in the rain
Silver spoons passed down like a family heirloom
We inherit broken leases and a crowded living room
They call it equal, but the math don’t add up
When opportunity knocks, they just padlock the door shut
We built this land with our sweat and our scars
From the cotton fields to the railroads and cars
Now they act confused when we ask what’s owed
Like history ain’t written in the blood that flowed
We ain’t begging for favors, we demanding what’s fair
FBA reparations, put the truth in the air
It’s not jealousy, it’s accounting the theft
Every unpaid promise got a balance that’s left
Breaking invisible chains, hear them shatter and fall
We was counted as fractions, now we standing up tall
From Tulsa’s ashes to the blocks we roam
We plant seeds of ownership, build wealth of our own
They say “pull yourself up,” but they cut the bootstrings
Then wonder why we tired of the puppet on strings
Discrimination quiet, but the numbers don’t lie
When the median wealth got a canyon-wide divide.
Trust funds blooming like a well-watered tree
While we fighting just to pass something down to our seed
It’s more than a check, it’s a closing of books
Restoring what was stolen while they gave us dirty looks
Breaking invisible chains, hear the anthem resound
From the ghettos to the boardrooms we claiming new ground
Financial literacy, unity strong
Turning pain into power in every song
And in the middle of the struggle you appeared in my life
My life hasn’t been the same since you walked in, my light
Bringing joy and motivation, always cheering for me to win
When I doubted my path, you said “Go try again”
Good times or bad you’re constantly true
When the world felt heavy, I could lean on you
Teaching each other how to love through the stress
Through the bills and the battles and the moments of mess
Over ten years and we tight as a glove
Built our bond out of patience and unconditional love
When I speak on freedom, you right by my side
When I talk generational wealth, you matching my stride
We breaking invisible chains in our home
Turning survival mode into ownership throne
Investing in dreams, in land and in stock
Teaching our babies about keys and the lock.
They tried to divide us by class and by shade
But we healing the trauma that segregation made
No more silence when the truth needs a voice
FBA lineage wasn’t given a choice
It’s not a cult or a group, it’s a lineage deep
Roots in American soil where our ancestors sleep
We demand recognition, repair and respect
Not charity crumbs with a side of neglect
Breaking invisible chains, feel the spirit ignite
We transforming the anger into strategic might
Credit repaired, businesses grown
From renters in fear to owners of homes
With Respect, With Respect, With much respect due. With respect, With Respect
Kool
