[Intro – Spoken, heavy bass under tone]
Yo…
The world’s burnin’, the suits still smilin’...
Kids dyin’, the truth’s in hiding...
But we ain’t playin’ quiet no more.
The real ones takin’ the throne back.
Let’s go.
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[Verse 1]
Streets on fire — LA to Chi-town,
Cops hands tied, and the fakes wear crowns.
NGOs pushin' that global scheme,
While the real ones locked in a shadow dream.
Drag queens preachin’ in a schoolhouse hall,
But vets sleep cold by the concrete wall.
Borders wide open, but truth gets closed,
You speak your mind? Get canceled, exposed.
USA bleedin’ from the inside out,
While the media dance for that Soros clout.
Skies ain’t blue, they chem-cloud grey,
And the puppets play God in the light of day.
Big Tech spies while the banks go broke,
And the next new war is a WEF joke.
But I ain’t here to cry or beg—
We takin' ground back, leg by leg.
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[Hook – Anthemic & raw]
This is the rise of the real, fall of the fake,
Time to rebuild what the snakes tried to break.
Golden age comin’, feel it in the flame,
Truth back swingin’ with a God-given name.
We ain't bowin' down, we ain't scared to roar,
Kickin' down lies like never before.
From the ashes we rise, fists to the sky—
This is our time.
The system gon’ die.
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[Verse 2]
DC rotten, they bought and paid,
Whole damn system in a masquerade.
Pedo rings, secret flights in the night,
While they censor the truth and sell you fright.
But we wide awake, no more dreamin’,
No more sheep — now lions screamin’.
They tried to divide with flags and race,
But real recognize real in any place.
Homies in the hood, farmers in the field,
Both been crushed by that same damn wheel.
But the pressure breeds fire, and the fire breeds kings,
And we comin’ with truth that cuts and stings.
No more puppets in a puppet court,
No more draggin' kids into twisted sport.
This for the ones who stood and bled,
For every prayer they tried to shred.
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[Hook – even stronger]
This is the rise of the real, fall of the fake,
Time to rebuild what the snakes tried to break.
Golden age comin’, feel it in the flame,
Truth back swingin’ with a God-given name.
We ain't bowin' down, we ain't scared to roar,
Kickin' down lies like never before.
From the ashes we rise, fists to the sky—
This is our time.
The system gon’ die.
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[Bridge – slow, cinematic]
Yeah, they called us crazy,
Called us “far-right,” “mad,” “conspiracy.”
But now the veil is rippin’ fast,
And truth don't die — it outlasts.
NGO thugs, your time is thin,
You played with lives, but you won’t win.
‘Cause history’s pages are turning gold,
And we the people takin' back control.
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[Outro – prophetic & cold]
So light up the torches — the night is done,
The storm rolls in, but here comes the sun.
We march not for chaos — we march for truth,
And we bring that fire to every roof.
Golden age risin' from the rubbled zone,
With the real ones standin’ on stone, alone.
This ain’t revenge. This is rebirth.
And this time — we own the Earth.
STAR music 
