Lyrics
[Intro]
Hands up
Head bowed
Granger to God
Speak loud
[Verse 1]
Dear God, they signed papers while we signed our checks
Turned our neighborhoods to case files on a desk
Watched ‘em cage cousins, then we posted and we scrolled
Let ‘em auction off our future just to worship streams of gold
They kicked in doors, called it “law and order” on the news
We argued in the comments while they tightened all the screws
Let ‘em tap every call, said it’s “safety,” said it’s “right”
Traded every small freedom for the glow of every light
[Chorus]
Granger to God, can you hear this block? (oh yeah)
We the ones they counted out, we the ticking clock
They wrote them rules, then they broke that vow
We let ‘em, we let ‘em, how we fix it now?
Granger to God, this is our last shot
Teach us how to stand, how to guard what we got
From the dirt, from the hurt, we reclaim this town
We rise up, we rise up, we don’t bow down
[Verse 2]
We watched ‘em draw lines, split the hood like a pie
Told us “left, right,” never told us “who” and “why”
Took our schools, took our voices, made us beg for every crumb
Turned our pain into profit, then called every protest dumb
We let fear be the warden, let the cameras be the eyes
Said “I’m safe, I’m protected,” while they legalized the lies
But every right they trample got a face, got a name
Every mother at a hearing, every kid they try to tame
[Chorus]
Granger to God, can you hear this block? (hey!)
We the ones they counted out, we the ticking clock
They wrote them rules, then they broke that vow
We let ‘em, we let ‘em, how we fix it now?
Granger to God, this is our last shot
Teach us how to stand, how to guard what we got
From the dirt, from the hurt, we reclaim this town
We rise up, we rise up, we don’t bow down
[Bridge]
We fix it in the daylight, not just Sunday prayer
In the meetings, on the ballots, every “absent” chair
We fix it when we learn law, teach it to the kids
When we love our neighbor harder than we love our vids
We fix it when we call out every petty, crooked game
From the mayor to the bailiff, put respect on every name
We fix it when we show up, when we never fade
When we build our own power that they cannot raid
[Chorus]
Granger to God, can you hear this block? (oh yeah)
We the ones they counted out, we the ticking clock
They wrote them rules, then they broke that vow
We let ‘em, we let ‘em, but we fight it now
Granger to God, this is our last shot
Teach us how to stand, how to guard what we got
From the dirt, from the hurt, we reclaim this town
We rise up, we rise up, we don’t bow down
Style
rapmoody west coast bounce blended with down-south trunk-rattling drumseerie synth bellsand swirling pads. female vocals on the hook in stacked harmoniesmale rap in the verses. verses sit in a tensestorytelling pocket; chorus lifts with a chant-likechurch-meets-block energy. occasional drops to kick-and-vox for impactthen full beat slams back in for the final chorus.
Prompt
Granger to God . The crimes of the people on each other. How they allowed their Government to violate the rights of the Americans . how do we fix it. West Coast beat down south rap Female background
Credits
Prompt byLofiBanger163
GeneratedFeb 22, 2026
ModelAria v5
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