Signal in the Ashes

Yeah… West Coast, heart heavy, eyes wide

Truth over lies, ride or die

The signal brings you down, keeps you stuck to the ground

Weapon systematic, pandemic in the sound

Polarize, paralyze, sterilize the masses

Keep the ass in molasses, slow dancin’ with the ashes

Woulda, coulda, shoulda left with reality

Faith out the door, credibility casualty

Belief got repossessed by a screen and a speech

Now you reachin’ for a savior that don’t practice what he preach

Government incentivized her ass, statistics in a file

Welfare case, ghosted dad, learned survival as a child

Pretty face, so they told you “act silly for the cam”

Sell a story, sell your soul, never read the fine print scam

The signal brings you down, keeps you stuck to the ground

Weapon systematic, pandemic in the sound

Polarize, paralyze, sterilize the masses

Keep the ass in molasses, slow dancin’ with the ashes

Victim, victor, switch positions—sinister symmetry

Everybody feeds, everybody got necessities

Needs turn to chains when the rent due monthly

Truth get lonely when the lie pay comfortably

Caught in the trap, sirens singin’ lullabies

When the police start to cap, ain’t no pause, ain’t no ties

Black, black, black—ain’t goin’ back to the cell

Ten years gone, still ain’t worth it, ring the bell

Mama said think fast but the world move quicker

Love got taxed, pain make you richer

Every headline try to tell you who to be

But freedom start inside when you finally see

They monetize division, call it culture, call it fate

Keep us fightin’ in the comments while they feast up at the gate

Algorithms judge you, feed your fear by design

If you ain’t angry, they’ll manufacture a sign

I ain’t holy, I’m just honest with the scars I earned

Lessons in the ashes of the bridges I burned

West Coast soul with a militant prayer

Speak life to the struggle, still breathe in the air

The signal brings you down, keeps you stuck to the ground

Weapon systematic, pandemic in the sound

Polarize, paralyze, sterilize the masses

Keep the ass in molasses, slow dancin’ with the ashes

Reality knockin’, don’t mute that sound

Stand up now, don’t let it hold you down

West Coast… truth cost, but I pay it proud