Yeah… Static in the skyline, cash talks in lingerie Stars and stripes stitched on a price tag, okay Welcome to the Red Light Republic [Verse 1] Billboards scream louder than the churches ever did Kids learn the curves before they learn what courage is Algorithms raised us, fed lust like a vitamin Innocence buffering, virtue on silent again Plastic smiles, silicone dreams Freedom sold in a bundle with a dopamine scheme They say “sex sells,” so they auction the soul Every screen a confession, every swipe takes a toll Daddy’s working overtime, mama chasing a brand Everybody’s naked, nobody holding a hand We don’t talk love, that’s a glitch in the plan Just bodies in rotation like a TikTok trend [Hook] Red light, green cash, blue pills for the pain Stars on the flag but a crack in the frame We worship desire, call it liberty’s flame This the land of the free, but we shackled by fame Red light, red dress, white lies on display Blue checks tell us what’s real, what’s okay Got a crown made of clicks and decay This the Red Light Republic of the USA [Verse 2] From beauty queens to courtroom screens Sex appeal weaponized by the mainstream They sell power in heels, rebellion in lace Call it “choice” while they market the cage Every headline thirstier than the last Outrage got curves, yeah it’s built to last They don’t need chains when desire behaves Just distract, divide, and monetize shame Love got gentrified, moved outta town Too slow for a world that’s addicted to now We confuse being seen with being known So we strip for attention, still feel alone [Bridge] What’s sacred in a country that can’t look away? When everything’s foreplay and nothing is faith If the body’s a product and the soul’s just a meme Tell me—what does freedom really mean? [Hook] Red light, green cash, blue pills for the pain Stars on the flag but a crack in the frame We worship desire, call it liberty’s flame This the land of the free, but we shackled by fame [Verse 3] I ain’t blaming the dancers, nah, listen close It’s the puppeteers hiding behind the post Turning flesh into futures, trauma into gold While they preach “empowerment,” keep control We need touch without profit, truth without spin Less skin for the camera, more soul within Revolution won’t twerk for a brand It’ll look like respect in a broken land [Outro] Yeah… If everything’s naked, what’s left to reveal? When desire’s the god, what’s ever real? Red Light Republic—flicker and fade Still searching for love in a neon parade