Track · Jul 14, 2025 · English

You can keep your freedom

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3:20

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English

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[Intro – Spoken, Over Dusty Piano + Lo-Fi Siren]

Raised off food stamps and false hope

They said work hard, pray loud, and stay broke

I ain’t bitter—I’m just done pretending

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[Verse 1]

I clock in for scraps, they call it a “living”

Got dreams on layaway, barely driven

Four roommates, two jobs, one fridge

And the landlord still wanna raise the bridge

Mama cryin’ over lights cut again

Brother locked up, couldn’t pay rent

These suits on screens sellin’ “American pride”

While we microwave meals and swallow our pride

They post flags—I post bail

They praise God—I praise survival sales

Tell me hustle, but never give tools

Only time they invest is in prisons and schools

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[Hook – Melodic with edge, like it’s sung through gritted teeth]

You can keep your freedom, choom—it’s broke

Wrapped in flags and fake-ass hopes

We bled, we prayed, we worked, we choked

Now we see the scam, and we won’t stay cloaked

They chrome their cars while we rust inside

They vote for war while we just survive

Don’t sell me peace in a dead man’s tone—

You can keep your freedom—I’ll build my own

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[Verse 2]

I seen bosses snort lines off pensions

Seen vets sleep cold, no mentions

Ain’t no stimulus for a minimum soul

Ain’t no therapy if you broke and bold

They tell us vote blue, vote red

All I see’s rich suits dodgin’ street cred

I don’t trust no podium pitch

‘Cause none of them bled when we lived in the ditch

They pass laws—never pay the toll

While we rot slow in a system cold

If hard work paid, my block’d be rich

But we fight for hours while they flip a switch

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[Bridge – Spoken Over Beat Drop]

“You’re not poor ’cause you’re lazy.

You’re poor ’cause the game ain’t meant for you to win.

It’s designed that way.

So play different.”

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[Hook – Repeat Stronger, Layered Vocals]

You can keep your freedom, choom—it’s broke

Wrapped in flags and fake-ass hopes

We bled, we prayed, we worked, we choked

Now we see the scam, and we won’t stay cloaked

They chrome their cars while we rust inside

They vote for war while we just survive

Don’t sell me peace in a dead man’s tone—

You can keep your freedom—I’ll build my own

⸻

[Outro – Quiet, Cold Spoken]

I ain’t waiting on a rescue.

I’m not buying into a dream.

I got calluses, debt, and rage.

That’s all I need

Style

gritty dystopian street rap with cyberpunk slangraw truthand lower-class rage against a broken american system.english

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GeneratedJul 14, 2025

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