State of the Union

[Verse]
Streets burn hotter than a devil's own stew,
Land of the brave, but the cowards push through,
Promises crumbled like old chalk on tar,
We the people, yeah, but they’ve gone too far.
[Chorus]
Hands up high, fighting back the decay,
Storm clouds loom but we find a new way,
Mad as hell, we won't take it laying,
Truth in the booth while the youth be praying.
[Verse 2]
Boarded-up dreams where the steel plants rot,
Golden ticket shredded, jackpot? We forgot.
Politicians bicker, pockets lining with green,
Still our hands bleed, stitching up the seams.
[Bridge]
From Wall Street towers to the trailer lots,
All got stories, whether loaded or not,
Fractured union, patchwork quilt vibes,
Still stitching flags while we sharpen these knives.
[Chorus]
Hands up high, fighting back the decay,
Storm clouds loom but we find a new way,
Mad as hell, we won't take it laying,
Truth in the booth while the youth be praying.
[Verse 3]
Peace smoked out in the rearview glow,
Turned the dial up, they scared of the flow,
Revolution live-streamed, hashtags ignite,
Every click a spark in the freedom fight.

gritty, emotional, rap