Intro – Spoken, staccato)
Six to noon…
No crowns, no cap…
Birthright. Bloodline. Receipts.
No ABS.
(Hook – Short, punchy)
From the dirt, not the dock — we ain’t sailin’ back overseas
Blood say rare, land say heir — yeah, proof in the deeds
They push DNA… tryna write us out the scene
But my roots run deep… they can’t erase what I mean
(Verse 1 – Trap Cadence)
Dual passports? Nah — that ain’t the win
I watch close… see who signin’ ‘em in
Africa callin’ for reparations in war?
Wasn’t with us — now they knockin’ on doors
Tribune posts… tryna ghost us from land
Apollo flipped… yeah, they switchin’ the brand
We ain’t losin’ — nah, we loadin’ the plan
Blueprints ready — every shop in our hands
(Verse 2 – Half-time bounce)
U-negative — rare blood in the vein
They tap plasma — we don’t see the gain
Boycott season — not a dime, not a cent
If it ain’t ours — then the money ain’t spent
Floods, fires — still holdin’ the line
History live — hit rewind every time
Mothers raised fighters — don’t mistake that love
That’s steel in the spine — not somethin’ you shove
(Hook – Repeat, but double-up ad libs)
From the dirt, not the dock — (yeah) — ain’t sailin’ back overseas (nah)
Blood say rare, land say heir — (uh) — proof in the deeds (facts)
They push DNA… (what?)… tryna write us out the scene (stop)
But my roots run deep… (deep)… they can’t erase what I mean (never)
(Bridge – Rapid fire)
No trend — no chain — no lie — no game
Block to the billboard — still print my name
Land locked — soul free — fire in the flame
If it ain’t for the fam — it don’t get claimed
(Verse 3 – Switch flow to double-time)
Live every week — debates get hot
Make ‘em show hands — truth hit the spot
No tribe split — we just tighten the knot
If you ain’t from soil — you don’t get the plot
They want land — gold — name — soul
We read laws — every clause — every roll
From “Indian” to “Negro” — changed by pen
Now we changin’ it back — let ‘em know again
(Hook – Final, with breakdown beat)
From the dirt, not the dock — ain’t sailin’ back overseas
Blood say rare, land say heir — got the proof in the deeds
They push DNA — tryna write us out the scene
But my roots too deep — they can’t erase what I mean
(Outro – Spoken over beat fade)
Next week… six to noon…
More smoke. More proof.
We ain’t goin’ back — we the home-grown truth.
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