[Intro – Spoken / Minimal Beat]
Life got a price tag…
And I been paying it
Before I ever had a name.
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[Verse 1]
Life got a price tag stitched in my skin
Pay with my silence just to fit in
Born owing something I never stole
Blame in the cracks of my bones
They say “be patient,” say “stay in your lane”
But the road stay crooked, soaked in our pain
Every smile feel like borrowed air
Every step say prove you belong here
Cameras watch me like I’m behind bars
Not guilty of crime, just tone and scars
Of color, of culture, of not being cloned
Watched like I’m human—but owned
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[Pre-Chorus]
They don’t see people, they see supply
Fear does the work, so they don’t need ties
They take what they want, then ask why we cry
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[Chorus]
Life is overpriced—not gold or cash
But blood and breath and futures snatched
They weigh my life like it’s disposable
Call it “the system,” call it “normal”
I’m tired of shrinking just to survive
Tired of asking to stay alive
If freedom’s real, tell me the price—
’Cause I been paying it my whole life
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[Verse 2]
History written with a boot on our neck
They call it “the past,” but it ain’t left yet
Hands in our pockets, eyes on our backs
Hunted at night, blamed for the tracks
They love our rhythm, slang, and soul
But hate when we say something’s wrong
Build their towers on our chains
Then act surprised when we scream their names
Justice ain’t blind, it just looks away
Law and order—selective that way
Taken, reshaped, told who to be
Punished for wanting the right to be free
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[Breakdown – Spoken / Rap]
Tell me why breathing feel like a crime
Why freedom gotta wait in line
Why the loudest truth still ignored
While the system eats us to stay bored
I don’t want revenge
I want my breath back
I want my name back
I want my future off layaway
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[Final Chorus – Lift / Chantable]
Life is overpriced, and the bill’s unpaid
By the hands that took, by the laws they made
You can’t tax a soul, can’t mute our cries
We’re not your property—pick a side
I was born owing—but I don’t comply
Won’t apologize just to survive
You can’t keep charging us for existence
And call resistance a crime
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[Outro – Quiet / Resolute]
This ain’t a plea.
It’s a receipt.
And we remember every charge.
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