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Lyrics
[Verse]
Strings scream sharp, bow cuttin’ like a cleaver
Xylophone clinks, truth delivered like a preacher
Streets full of signs, promises outta reach,
Politicians on the stage, but they don't practice what they preach
Land of the free? Tell that to the hungry
Kids in the gutter, bellies hollow, livin' grungy
Dollar's worth a dime, justice playin' blind
They send aid overseas while we beg for a lifeline
[Chorus]
Fix the cracks in our home, the roof's 'bout to cave
Broken Nation Anthem, diggin' our own grave
Care for our kin, stop sellin' the spin
Heal the roots in our soil, let the mending begin
[Verse 2]
Violins wail, sound of mothers in despair
Xylophones jab, notes cuttin' through the air
While Congress debates, we struggle for a plate
Our neighbors drown in debt, but they send checks outta state
Jobs shipped away, blue collars turned grey
Factories shut down, dreams left to decay
The flag waves high, but the people wave low
Empty promises, but the pain always shows
[Bridge]
Echoes of the anthem, but the harmony's broken
Every verse a lie, every line misspoken
The strings cry harder, the xylophone snaps
We the people, stuck in these political traps
Details
GeneratedAug 20, 2025
Duration2:42
LanguageEnglish
Style
aggressive violin, hip hop, violin, hardcore rap, male vocals, hardcore, rap, sharp xylophone
Credits
Prompt by
Denway
DenwayModelAria v4
Prompt
A hardcore male rap hip hop song with a violin and xylophone of the turmoil of the political landscape of the USA how we should care for our own people and not people from other countries 
