Daughters Of The Fallout

Yeah

We still here

They ain’t count on this

Listen

Crawl from the ash of a history they hid

Grandma kept truth in a jar and a lid

Mama passed word like a flame in her fist

Said “they tried to erase us, remember we exist”

Hand-me-down fear in a box by the stairs

Hand-me-down rage in the cut of her stare

I grew teeth in a house full of prayers

Learned to turn pain into smoke in the air (uh)

We the daughters of the fallout

Turn a whisper to a war shout (war shout)

You can lock every door now

We gon’ kick every door down (door down)

We the ones that they wrote out

Now we scribble what we want now (what now?)

From the blood to the pen to the payout

We the daughters of the fallout (yeah)

I wear my scars like a last name, loud

Every bruise in my bloodline proud

They built walls, we mapped new routes

Turned every “sit quiet” to a stand on the couch (hey!)

They left rust in the pipes, we drank steel

Turn cold cuts of the past to a full meal

If they ask who I am, I say “all of them still”

Every woman that they buried now a verse I kill (ooh)

We the daughters of the fallout

Turn a whisper to a war shout (war shout)

You can lock every door now

We gon’ kick every door down (door down)

We the ones that they wrote out

Now we scribble what we want now (what now?)

From the blood to the pen to the payout

We the daughters of the fallout (yeah, yeah)