[Intro] Hands up Head bowed Granger to God Speak loud [Verse 1] Dear God, they signed papers while we signed our checks Turned our neighborhoods to case files on a desk Watched ‘em cage cousins, then we posted and we scrolled Let ‘em auction off our future just to worship streams of gold They kicked in doors, called it “law and order” on the news We argued in the comments while they tightened all the screws Let ‘em tap every call, said it’s “safety,” said it’s “right” Traded every small freedom for the glow of every light [Chorus] Granger to God, can you hear this block? (oh yeah) We the ones they counted out, we the ticking clock They wrote them rules, then they broke that vow We let ‘em, we let ‘em, how we fix it now? Granger to God, this is our last shot Teach us how to stand, how to guard what we got From the dirt, from the hurt, we reclaim this town We rise up, we rise up, we don’t bow down [Verse 2] We watched ‘em draw lines, split the hood like a pie Told us “left, right,” never told us “who” and “why” Took our schools, took our voices, made us beg for every crumb Turned our pain into profit, then called every protest dumb We let fear be the warden, let the cameras be the eyes Said “I’m safe, I’m protected,” while they legalized the lies But every right they trample got a face, got a name Every mother at a hearing, every kid they try to tame [Chorus] Granger to God, can you hear this block? (hey!) We the ones they counted out, we the ticking clock They wrote them rules, then they broke that vow We let ‘em, we let ‘em, how we fix it now? Granger to God, this is our last shot Teach us how to stand, how to guard what we got From the dirt, from the hurt, we reclaim this town We rise up, we rise up, we don’t bow down [Bridge] We fix it in the daylight, not just Sunday prayer In the meetings, on the ballots, every “absent” chair We fix it when we learn law, teach it to the kids When we love our neighbor harder than we love our vids We fix it when we call out every petty, crooked game From the mayor to the bailiff, put respect on every name We fix it when we show up, when we never fade When we build our own power that they cannot raid [Chorus] Granger to God, can you hear this block? (oh yeah) We the ones they counted out, we the ticking clock They wrote them rules, then they broke that vow We let ‘em, we let ‘em, but we fight it now Granger to God, this is our last shot Teach us how to stand, how to guard what we got From the dirt, from the hurt, we reclaim this town We rise up, we rise up, we don’t bow down

rap, Moody West Coast bounce blended with down-south trunk-rattling drums, eerie synth bells, and swirling pads. Female vocals on the hook in stacked harmonies, male rap in the verses. Verses sit in a tense, storytelling pocket; chorus lifts with a chant-like, church-meets-block energy. Occasional drops to kick-and-vox for impact, then full beat slams back in for the final chorus.