"They don't put our names on the plaques. They don't carve our faces in the stone. They built the house. We built the foundation. They took the credit. We took the dust."
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[VERSE 1]
I came to Eden-6 with nothing but my hands.
They said "work the fields. Build the brand."
I swung. I dug. I built it tall.
I watched the Jakobs name rise like a wall
Between me and the sun. Between me and the light.
They called it progress. I called it pain.
But I stayed for the pay that never came.
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[HOOK]
BLOOD IN THE SOIL. BLOOD IN THE GROUND.
THE JAKOBS NAME WAS BUILT ON THE SOUND
OF HAMMERS AND SHOVELS AND THE ONES WHO FELL.
BLOOD IN THE SOIL. I REMEMBER IT WELL.
THEY BUILT THEIR HOUSE ON OUR BONES.
THEY BUILT THEIR FORTUNE ON OUR STONES.
BLOOD IN THE SOIL. THE DEBT IS OLD.
BLOOD IN THE SOIL. THE DEBT IS OWED.
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[VERSE 2]
My father worked these fields before me.
His hands were stone. His back was a tree
That bent but never broke. He said
"Boy, you work till you're dead.
That's the Jakobs way. That's the Jakobs creed."
He died in the fields. They didn't miss a beat.
They hired another. They paid him less.
They buried my father without a marker. Without rest.
I swore I'd make them remember
The Jakobs way was built on blood. Was built on bone.
Was built on the ones who worked alone.
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[BRIDGE]
"You ever watch a man work till he falls? Till his hands are raw. Till his lungs are dust. And then watch them hire another. That's the Jakobs way. That's the thing we built with our hands. That's the thing we're gonna tear down."
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[VERSE 3]
Wainwright came to the fields one day.
He said "tell me what you need. Tell me what you lost."
We didn't trust him. We'd heard the promises before.
But he stayed in the mud. Till his hands were calloused.
He stayed. And we watched. And maybe… maybe the name can be built again.
On the workers. On the fields. On the hands of men
Who swung the hammers. Who dug the graves.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.
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[FINAL HOOK]
BLOOD IN THE SOIL. BLOOD IN THE GROUND.
THE JAKOBS NAME WAS BUILT ON THE SOUND.
THEY BUILT THEIR HOUSE ON OUR BONES.
THEY BUILT THEIR FORTUNE ON OUR STONES.
BLOOD IN THE SOIL. THE DEBT IS OLD.
BLOOD IN THE SOIL. WE'RE TAKING IT BACK.
BLOOD IN THE SOIL. WE'RE BUILDING IT FROM ASH.
BLOOD IN THE SOIL. WE'LL CHANGE THE GAME.
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[OUTRO]
"They didn't put our names on the plaques. They didn't carve our faces in the stone. But the soil remembers. The soil holds. And when the time comes… the soil rises."
AsheTheHyena
