No Place for Our Own

Verse 1

Yo,

Concrete nights, cardboard beds in the rain,

People freeze on the streets while the system stays the same.

Temporary homes, ticking clocks on the wall,

Living out of suitcases, waiting for the next fall.

They say “just be patient,” but patience don’t eat,

When your whole life fits underneath your feet.

Shelters packed tight, no guarantee tomorrow,

Every smile painted over layers of sorrow.

I see brothers and sisters sleeping under neon lights,

While politicians argue numbers in suits overnight.

They talk statistics, never look in the eyes

Of the people they abandon with a televised lie.

Hook

Ain’t it crazy how the doors stay wide,

But our own get pushed to the side?

They say it’s justice, they say it’s right,

But my city’s cold and the streets still bite.

No place for our own, that’s the truth I speak,

East Coast soul with a clenched-teeth beat.

Verse 2

They keep bringing planes in, buses roll deep,

While locals can’t find a place to sleep.

I ain’t hating nobody chasing a chance,

But explain why my people don’t get the same advance.

Single moms stressing every knock on the door,

One letter away from sleeping on the floor.

Working full-time but still can’t survive,

That’s modern slavery, just polished and disguised.

They build promises high, but the walls fall down,

Too many lost souls in a so-called rich town.

Money talks loud, but the poor stay mute,

Truth gets buried under political suits.

Hook

Ain’t it crazy how the doors stay wide,

But our own get pushed to the side?

They say it’s justice, they say it’s right,

But my city’s cold and the streets still bite.

No place for our own, that’s the truth I speak,

East Coast soul with a clenched-teeth beat.

Verse 3 (Battle Tone)

Don’t tell me “numbers,” don’t tell me “policy,”

Come walk one night with the ghosts you don’t see.

I spit for the voiceless, the ignored, the unseen,

The ones stuck between “welcome” and “leave.”

This ain’t left or right, this is wrong and right,

When humanity loses the fight for a night.

A country ain’t strong by the borders it shows,

But how it treats the people already home.

So before you preach morals, check the ground you stand,

There’s a difference between helping and forgetting your land.

I don’t rap for applause, I rap for the pain,

For the ones screaming silence while the system gains.

Outro

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