Track · Mar 13, 2026 · English
Blood On The Front Page
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2:39
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English
Lyrics
[Intro]
TV on
Same shit, new day
Different clip
Same names in the frame (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Kids in cages
Leaders lying through veneers
Preachers touching on the youth
Then they disappear
Water poisoned
Politicians on a private jet
Smiling in a photo op
Standing where the bodies bled
Rich men betting on a war
Like it’s fantasy
Whole block flooded
They just call it “tragedy”
Black lives chalked out
News calls ’em “incident”
Comments full of vultures
Typing that ignorant shit
[Chorus]
World on fire, we still here
Middle fingers in the air, fuck fear
They profit off pain, we see clear
If we go down, we go down all here
Yeah, it’s fucked up, but we don’t fold
Hands linked tight when the nights cold
They can try to break us, that shit old
We gon’ rise together till this bitch turns gold (bitch)
[Verse 2]
Women screaming “me too”
Courts still protect the creep
Billionaires buying space
Folks can’t afford sleep
Cops kneel on a neck
Camera rolling, still they walk
Judge shrug, “case closed”
Mama’s tears all we got
Trans kid jumped
’Cause they dared to breathe loud
Bullies get a slap on wrist
Still front row in the crowd
Land getting stolen
Under contracts they can’t read
We scroll and scroll
Forget ’em by the next feed
[Chorus]
World on fire, we still here
Middle fingers in the air, fuck fear
They profit off pain, we see clear
If we go down, we go down all here
Yeah, it’s fucked up, but we don’t fold
Hands linked tight when the nights cold
They can try to break us, that shit old
We gon’ rise together till this bitch turns gold (yeah)
[Bridge]
They want us split by color, flag, and faith (fuck that)
But pain look the same on every face
So if you breathing
Better stand beside your neighbor
’Cause the only real power that we got is in each other’s labor (yeah)
[Chorus]
World on fire, we still here
Middle fingers in the air, fuck fear
They profit off pain, we see clear
If we go down, we go down all here
Yeah, it’s fucked up, but we don’t fold
Hands linked tight when the nights cold
They can try to break us, that shit old
We gon’ rise together till this bitch turns gold (rise up)
Style
raphard boom-bap with distorted 808s and gritty trap hatsmale vocals pushed upfront with a hoarseurgent delivery. verses ride a darkmid-tempo pocketkick and snare hitting like concrete punches. hook widens with gang vocals and octave doublessubtle choir stabs under the main melody. occasional vinyl crackle and siren fx for tensionfinal chorus rides out with extra ad-libs and rising synth brass.worldenglish
Prompt
Let’s do a hard rap song about all the bad things going on in the world today and how we have to overcome it together explicit lyrics
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DARMYMANNGeneratedMar 13, 2026
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