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[Verse 1]
History class felt rigged from jump
Names on the wall, but they crop out the blood
Old man on the bench said “kid, just read”
I opened up a page and it pointed at the flood
Marching boots, steel trains, ash in the air
Whole world swore “never, never again”
Then cameras cut, and the bombs got shipped
Just traded one ghetto for a fenced-off plain
Kids grow up under concrete skies
Prayers over rubble, dust in their eyes
Leaders argue over ancient lines
While the money moves quiet, right on time
[Chorus]
I’m just tryna read between these headlines
Too many ghosts hiding in the bylines
Everybody talkin’ ‘bout the land and God
But who counts the bodies when the cameras stop?
I don’t know the truth, I just know the pain
Names on a wall, faces in the flame
If I ever get lost in the smoke and the spin
Pray I love people more than I trust men
[Verse 2]
Four planes, clear blue, one loud flash
Screen locked in, whole globe gasped
Flags came out, fear got sold
Every lost life turned into gold
Steel fell down, then the rights fell next
“Sign here, trust us, we’ll protect”
Wars on a map like a board game spread
Brown kids paid with their bones and breath
Whispers in the halls ‘bout who knew what
Who cashed checks when the deal got cut
They said “patriot,” they meant “sit still”
While they drew up plans on the Capitol Hill
[Chorus]
I’m just tryna read between these headlines
Too many ghosts hiding in the bylines
Everybody talkin’ ‘bout the land and God
But who counts the bodies when the cameras stop?
I don’t know the truth, I just know the pain
Names on a wall, faces in the flame
If I ever get lost in the smoke and the spin
Pray I love people more than I trust men
[Bridge]
Every flag got a graveyard shadow (shadow)
Every book got a burned-out page
If I pick a side, let it be the mothers
Screaming out names in the smoke and the haze
Can’t bring back what the fire once swallowed
Can’t clean hands with another kid’s tears
So I stand here, eyes on the hollow
Heart say “question,” love say “hear”
[Chorus]
I’m just tryna read between these headlines
Too many ghosts hiding in the bylines
Everybody talkin’ ‘bout the land and God
But who counts the bodies when the cameras stop?
I don’t know the truth, I just know the pain
Names on a wall, faces in the flame
If I ever get lost in the smoke and the spin
Pray I love people more than I trust men
Details
GeneratedFeb 13, 2026
Duration3:06
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Grimy, mid-tempo boom-bap with dusty chopped samples and deep sub, male vocals. Verses tight and urgent, leaving pockets for breath and ad-libs. Hook widens with stacked call-and-response vocals and a simple, ominous piano loop; subtle siren FX tucked low in the mix. Final section strips to drums and bass for a sharp, spoken-feel close.
Credits
Prompt byOvertoneMelody217
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Hitler. Israel. U.S. government. 9/11, rap
