Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] Yeah From the deserts To the islands All my people, listen [Verse 1] Brown skin, sun-baked, red clay on the sneakers Mama fryin' plantains, auntie servin' fajitas Granddad with the prayer hands, beads on his fingers Tíos on the corner still talkin' 'bout leaders We the kids of the field, kids of the freeway Kids of the border line, caught in the delay Cousins in the projects, cousins on the rez Cousins in the barrio, inked up, stressed We survived steel bars, sawdust, side-eyes Cafeteria shame, fake flags, white lies Scrollin' through a feed that don't show our face Still we built every road that they drive every day [Chorus] Callin' all the brown tribes of America (hey!) Rise up, this the moment that we prayin' for It's time to be the people we been waitin' for It's time to be the people we been waitin' for From the block to the bay to the barrio From the rez to the hood to the barrio It's time to be the people we been waitin' for It's time to be the people we been waitin' for (yeah) [Verse 2] We got cousins speakin' Navajo, cousins speakin' Tagalog Spanglish in the hallway, slang that they borrowed Food stamps, food trucks, spices in the air Abuela light a candle, say a midnight prayer Hood church in a storefront, choir in a circle Tambourine shakin', kids drawin' in their journals Preacher say, "Don't wait for some chosen one" Then he point at the pews, "Y'all the chosen, son" We the dream of the farmhand, janitor, maid We the verse that our ancestors never could say Every shade, cocoa, copper, caramel, gold Different tongues, same drum in the soul [Chorus] Callin' all the brown tribes of America (woah) Rise up, this the moment that we prayin' for It's time to be the people we been waitin' for It's time to be the people we been waitin' for From the block to the bay to the barrio From the rez to the hood to the barrio It's time to be the people we been waitin' for It's time to be the people we been waitin' for (yeah) [Bridge] We ain't fragments, we a family From the mango trees to the maple leaves Hands up, hearts up, face to the sky Every shade in the crowd, that's a battle cry (hey!) We the answer to the stories that they cut short We the jury and the judge in our own court Ain't nobody else comin' through that door Look around, we the people we been waitin' for [Chorus] Callin' all the brown tribes of America (hey!) Rise up, this the moment that we prayin' for It's time to be the people we been waitin' for It's time to be the people we been waitin' for From the block to the bay to the barrio From the rez to the hood to the barrio It's time to be the people we been waitin' for It's time to be the people we been waitin' for (yeah)
Tags
rap, West Coast gospel-trap fusion with deep, subby bass and airy keys; male rapper with a Memphis swing, call-and-response churchy background vocals on the hook. Beat rides a laid-back but heavy pocket, 808 slides and crisp claps, organ pads under the chorus for that Sunday feel, choir swells in the final hook for a lift-the-roof energy arc., deep, beats, gospel
3:11
No
3/5/2026