Lyrics
[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.
Style
grittyemotionalrap
Prompt
Rap song about the current state of America right now and how mad we all are and fighting back, rap
Credits
Prompt by
DigitalSignal964
DigitalSignal964GeneratedApr 7, 2025
ModelAria v4