**(Verse 1)** Sirens in the morning news again Another name blurred out, another “we regret” Mama’s praying in a language they don’t hear Daddy’s hands are shaking, says “don’t open the door, my dear” They call it policy, call it law and order But it feels like hunting season at the border They draw their lines with pens and guns And wonder why we’re coming undone **(Pre-Chorus)** They say it’s just procedure Just a badge, just a badge But I see fear learn to breathe in a kid’s chest **(Chorus)** I’m angry and I’m tired and I’m scared as hell Watching families ripped apart in the name of “protect ourselves” They say it’s not personal, but it feels that way When your freedom depends on what paper you can display I’m angry—yeah, I’m sad too This country’s bleeding red, white, and bruised **(Verse 2)** They chant “go home” like it’s that simple Like home isn’t ash, or war, or a gun at the temple They don’t see the miles in worn-out shoes Or the way hope survives when it’s got nothing to lose Kids in cages, call it “temporary” Funny how temporary starts feeling permanent We learned compassion in school like it was history Guess empathy didn’t make the budget **(Pre-Chorus)** They say “just follow the rules” Like the rules don’t move Like the door was ever really open for you **(Chorus)** I’m angry and I’m tired and I’m scared as hell Watching uniforms decide who deserves to be saved or expelled They say it’s for safety, they swear it’s clean But safety shouldn’t sound like someone begging to breathe I’m angry—yeah, I’m sad too This country’s choking on the lies it chews **(Bridge)** What happened to “give me your tired, your poor”? Now we’re slamming the door and asking for more More walls, more guns, more hate on repeat More silence when justice is lying in the street If this is freedom, why does it shake? Why does it feel like a constant mistake? **(Final Chorus)** I’m angry and I’m tired and I won’t look away You don’t get to call it freedom if it only works one way You can wave your flag, you can harden your heart But history’s watching how you play your part I’m angry—yeah, I’m sad too And I still believe we could be better than this truth **(Outro)** This isn’t politics— It’s people trying to live.

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