[Intro]
Yeah… West Coast, heart heavy, eyes wide
Truth over lies, ride or die
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Bridge]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus]
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
[Outro]
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
DonaldFritsche
