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They took for granted he'd be there
Living life easy, without a care
The thought of ICE just didn't scare
A father living right, he'd be treated fair
Walking back to his job in construction
Not expecting any disruption
His life suddenly a place of destruction
As he faced federal agents and their moral corruption
Should I run should I try to flee
I can't believe this is happening to me
No good outcome do I foresee
A good honest man but no longer free
Taken away to a detention center
He could smell the fowl stench before he would enter
No contact with family no message sender
His heart breaking, so fragile and tender
His two little girls His loving wife
All the pieces which make up his life
Years of hardworking toil and strife
The cuffs cutting his wrists like a dull rusty knife
Should I run should I try to flee
I can't believe this is happening to me
No good outcome do I foresee
A good honest man but no longer free
Twenty eight years since he left Mexico
An entire lifetime that was so long ago
A life of hardwork, always on the go
Just another statistic in Trump's racist shit show
Without regard for what he'd do
The lives he touched the people he knew
Deported to El Salvador he had no clue
He grew numb to hope love and whats true
Three months of suffering, missing the girls and his wife
Caught up in a prison fight, a knife took his life
Should I run should I try to flee
I can't believe this is happening to me
No good outcome do I foresee
A good honest man but no longer free
His family devastated they still haven't heard
Since the day he disappeared not even a word
Rumors were rising they heard he was no more
Pain and despair would be theirs evermore
Should I run should I try to flee
I can't believe this is happening to me
No good outcome do I foresee
A good honest man but no longer free
What we see in this nation
What's happening now
Isn't a normal situation
It must be stopped we must figure out how
The pain and lives ruined by racism and hate
Must stop before it gets too late
This sure as hell isn't making us great
Details
GeneratedNov 16, 2025
Duration3:56
LanguageEnglish
Style
Spacey Synth Pop with Echoed Vocals and Cosmic Atmosphere funky bassline glitches vinyl scratching random
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Prompt by
Fishslim2
Fishslim2ModelAria v5
