Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] TV on Same shit, new day Different clip Same names in the frame (yeah) [Verse 1] Kids in cages Leaders lying through veneers Preachers touching on the youth Then they disappear Water poisoned Politicians on a private jet Smiling in a photo op Standing where the bodies bled Rich men betting on a war Like it’s fantasy Whole block flooded They just call it “tragedy” Black lives chalked out News calls ’em “incident” Comments full of vultures Typing that ignorant shit [Chorus] World on fire, we still here Middle fingers in the air, fuck fear They profit off pain, we see clear If we go down, we go down all here Yeah, it’s fucked up, but we don’t fold Hands linked tight when the nights cold They can try to break us, that shit old We gon’ rise together till this bitch turns gold (bitch) [Verse 2] Women screaming “me too” Courts still protect the creep Billionaires buying space Folks can’t afford sleep Cops kneel on a neck Camera rolling, still they walk Judge shrug, “case closed” Mama’s tears all we got Trans kid jumped ’Cause they dared to breathe loud Bullies get a slap on wrist Still front row in the crowd Land getting stolen Under contracts they can’t read We scroll and scroll Forget ’em by the next feed [Chorus] World on fire, we still here Middle fingers in the air, fuck fear They profit off pain, we see clear If we go down, we go down all here Yeah, it’s fucked up, but we don’t fold Hands linked tight when the nights cold They can try to break us, that shit old We gon’ rise together till this bitch turns gold (yeah) [Bridge] They want us split by color, flag, and faith (fuck that) But pain look the same on every face So if you breathing Better stand beside your neighbor ’Cause the only real power that we got is in each other’s labor (yeah) [Chorus] World on fire, we still here Middle fingers in the air, fuck fear They profit off pain, we see clear If we go down, we go down all here Yeah, it’s fucked up, but we don’t fold Hands linked tight when the nights cold They can try to break us, that shit old We gon’ rise together till this bitch turns gold (rise up)
Tags
rap, Hard boom-bap with distorted 808s and gritty trap hats, male vocals pushed upfront with a hoarse, urgent delivery. verses ride a dark, mid-tempo pocket, kick and snare hitting like concrete punches. Hook widens with gang vocals and octave doubles, subtle choir stabs under the main melody. Occasional vinyl crackle and siren FX for tension, final chorus rides out with extra ad-libs and rising synth brass., world
Duration
2:39
Instrumental
No
Created
3/13/2026