Burn It Down in Broad Day

[Verse 1]
You kiss rings
I see kids in cages
Whole court’s bought
Same script, new pages
Flag on your lapel
But your hands ain’t clean
Smile for the cameras
While you hide that scene
You pound that desk
Call it “law and order”
But you break every law
Just to guard that border
You shake those hands
That should be in chains
Say “protect the children”
While you fund their pain (yeah)
[Chorus]
Burn it down in broad day (hey!)
I’m done with the lies that you spray
Every suit, every tie, every fake résumé
You shield monsters, then you look away
Burn it down in broad day
All your gold can’t wash that stain
You protect the worst, then you preach my shame
Yeah I’m mad at this whole damn game
[Verse 2]
Big chair, big desk
Tiny little spine
You bend, you bow
To the guilty every time
You raid the poor
While the rich stay blessed
Whole system built
Just to fail that test
You pray on stage
Then you sign that check
Turn a blind eye
To a broken neck
You call it “justice”
I call it sick
You drag your feet
When the victims speak quick
[Bridge]
I see kids grow up
Thinking this is normal
Thinking pain’s just part
Of the “proper” formal
I won’t stay quiet
I won’t stay tame
If truth is a crime
Then remember my name (yeah, remember my name)
[Chorus]
Burn it down in broad day
I’m done with the lies that you spray
Every suit, every tie, every fake résumé
You shield monsters, then you look away
Burn it down in broad day
All your gold can’t wash that stain
You protect the worst, then you preach my shame
Yeah I’m mad at this whole damn game

rap, Hard, snarling boom-bap with distorted bass swells, chopped militant brass stabs, and crisp trap hats. Female vocals push upfront with tight, percussive flow; hook widens with gang-style shouts and layered doubles. Sparse, tense verses that punch in the pocket; choruses explode with scream-rap ad-libs and heavy parallel compression for a brutal, in-your-face mix., world, vocal