[Intro] Sweet home? Sweet for who? They smile in court But they aim at you (yeah) [Verse 1] Blue lights Red clay Young man pressed on the hood that day Hands up Still shook Cop thumb heavy on the safety hook He said, "License" You said, "Yes sir" Still got slammed face-first on the curb Wrist bones Cold steel Boot print stamped on your Sunday heel Mama on the porch in a work shirt crying "Daddy ain't here, boy, the mill stopped hiring" Body cam off, they gon' say you were wildin' Whole damn city know the sheriff been lying [Chorus] Alabama vs the machine They write the rules, then wipe 'em clean Lock our babies, call it routine Who gon' read him his rights? (not them) Who gon' treat him as human? (amen) Alabama vs the machine Brown skin branded as obscene Land of prayers and gasoline We screaming, "Let that boy breathe" "Let that boy breathe" (yeah) [Verse 2] County line Speed trap Pulled for a plate and a ball cap Search the car "Smell that?" All in your trunk where your tools at No lawyer No call Told you "sign here, it’s a little small" Plea deals stacked like a church bake sale "They’ll go easy" while they pack that jail Judge got a Bible on the oakwood bench Reads one verse, then he swings that wrench Cash bail higher than your whole damn town Grandma put the deed on the table, just to get you out Probation Curfew Miss one check-in, they come get you Voter card gone for a teenage charge They erase your voice, then they call it "law" [Chorus] Alabama vs the machine They write the rules, then wipe 'em clean Lock our babies, call it routine Who gon' read him his rights? (not them) Who gon' treat him as human? (amen) Alabama vs the machine Brown skin branded as obscene Land of prayers and gasoline We screaming, "Let that boy breathe" "Let that boy breathe" (yeah) [Bridge] Right to be silent, they twist that Right to an attorney, they skip that Right to be safe in your own skin Right to be more than a case file number again They cuff first, then they ask names They break lives, then they pass blame But every girl in the back row praying Every boy in the cellblock saying [Chorus] Alabama vs the machine They write the rules, then wipe 'em clean Lock our babies, call it routine Who gon' read him his rights? (not them) Who gon' treat him as human? (amen) Alabama vs the machine Brown skin branded as obscene Land of prayers and gasoline We screaming, "Let that boy breathe" "Let that boy breathe" (let him breathe)

rap, Dark Southern trap, swung hi-hats and thunderous bassline, male vocals. verses close-mic and urgent, hook explodes with layered gang vocals and octave doubles. Sparse eerie keys in the background, sub drops into each chorus, ad-libs tucked wide in the stereo field for an aggressive, anthemic feel., bassline, hardcore, beats

Bama vs The Machine