HOOK / CHORUS
We the people—yeah, that’s what they said
But who was included and who got left?
Order before freedom, paper before breath
They promised us liberty, delivered us debt
We the people—listen close when they speak
Every blessing got chains underneath
They never said weapons wouldn’t be formed
They just said they wouldn’t prosper—truth reborn
VERSE 1
“We the People,” sound warm, sound right
Like everybody mattered in that first rewrite
But really meant, “We speak for all,”
Even the ones who never stood that tall
Of the United States—inside this fence
Only players in the system get counted as men
“In order”—not peace, not love, not fate
But structure, hierarchy, power, and state
“To form” means build what wasn’t there
An artificial order, not freedom air
“A more perfect union,” read between lines
Not perfect now, just give us time
And more authority, more control
More reach into your body and soul
“Establish”—lock it in stone
So undoing it feels impossible alone
CHORUS
We the people—fine print loud
Justice got robes but ain’t blind now
Tranquility mean don’t make a sound
They call it peace when they hold you down
VERSE 2
“Justice” sound fair till law define it
Then wrong feel right when power sign it
“Insure domestic tranquility”
Translation: silence resistance internally
Domestic mean inside your home
Your choices, your body, the way you roam
Tranquility don’t mean we okay
It mean don’t disrupt what they built to stay
“Provide for defense,” fear stay employed
Weapons justified, budgets destroyed
Common defense become endless war
So someone always knocking at the door
“Promote the welfare,” vague on purpose
Anything fits if they say it’s worth it
General welfare sound kind and wide
Till they decide who qualifies
BRIDGE
Blessings of liberty—listen to tone
Freedom framed like a loan
Secured, managed, locked in a box
As long as you follow all of their clocks
To ourselves—who holding the pen?
And our posterity—people not born yet in
Ordained like scripture, paper made holy
Constitution crowned over flesh and soul, see
CHORUS
We the people—say it slow
Who got freedom and who got no?
Order first, liberty last
System built to outlive the past
VERSE 3
They didn’t say weapons wouldn’t form
They form in laws, they form in norms
They form in debt, they form in fear
They form wherever truth disappear
They form in aid with invisible chains
Dependence dressed up as help and gain
They form in silence, they form in bread
They form in what they never said
They stole land, wealth, labor, names
Then blamed the poor for systemic pain
Called survival assistance a gift
While stripping power bit by bit
Prosper don’t mean stormless skies
It mean the storm won’t own your mind
They form weapons hoping we fold
But truth age better than control
OUTRO / FINAL HOOK
We the people—now redefine
Not ink and paper, but blood and time
They said it pretty, we read it plain
The polish gone, only truth remain
Wawee
