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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Strings weep sorrow, streets cracked tomorrow,
Harp plucks pain, on the edge, no borrow.
News spin cycles, truth on a leash,
Politicians feast, while the fam got yeast.
Brick by brick, the system erodes,
Money sent abroad, but the homeland explodes.
Kids in the gutter, hunger for a plate,
While we fund wars, that don’t correlate.
[Prechorus]
The anthem's cracking, stars lose their gleam,
Justice ain't blind, it’s a rigged machine.
[Chorus]
We the fed up, time to rise,
Hope’s on the ropes, hear the people's cries.
Care for our own, let the rest delay,
Fix the home, before the world’s dismay.
[Verse 2]
Violin screams, tears for the dream,
Harp plays the dirge of a shattered regime.
Schools broke down, roads in decay,
But funds fly overseas, night to day.
Potholes yawning, neighborhoods forgotten,
Promise of the people, now stale and rotten.
The flag don’t wave, it trembles in shame,
The rich stack chips, while the poor take blame.
Details
GeneratedAug 20, 2025
Duration3:12
LanguageEnglish
Style
violin, male vocals, hip hop, harp, rap, orchestral with violin and harp, dramatic
Credits
Prompt by
Denway
DenwayModelAria v4
Prompt
A male rap hip hop song with a violin and harp of the turmoil of a political landscape of the USA how we should care for our own people and not other countries we the people are fed up we need Hop
