[Intro – Spoken / Low Beat]
They tell us it’s freedom.
They tell us it’s equal.
But freedom don’t bruise like this—
And equality don’t bleed in silence.
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[Verse 1]
They swear the flag don’t lie, but it’s stained at the seams
Smiles on the podium, knives behind the scenes
Hands on the Bible, pockets full of gold
Say “justice for all,” but the gates stay closed
Sirens sing lullabies in the dead of night
Skin tone decides if you live or you fight
Borders drawn thicker than the blood in the sand
A cage with a lock called the “homeland”
They laugh at the pain like it’s something to meme
Comfortable monsters hiding behind screens
Punching down, calling cruelty “truth”
While the house stays warm and the neighbor still chokes
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[Pre-Chorus]
They say it’s fair, say the system’s clean
But the weight ain’t shared, it’s just unseen
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[Chorus]
This is red, white, and bruised
Promises used, then broken and reused
They preach unity while they sharpen the noose
Call it justice, but it’s just who they choose
Red from the blood, white from the lies
Blue from the knees on the necks of our cries
Land of the free—yeah, that’s the excuse
This is America: red, white, and bruised
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[Verse 2]
ICE at the door like it’s war on the poor
Kids learn fear before they learn what school’s for
Say “just policy,” wash hands of the pain
Like history ain’t still calling your name
Selective morals, pick and choose
Human rights only count if they look like you
Fake faith, fake care, venom in prayer
Say “God’s on my side” then spread despair
They don’t want order, they want control
Don’t want peace, they want someone below
History screaming, but deaf by choice
Silence is violence when you enjoy the noise
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[Pre-Chorus 2]
No mirror deep enough to face that truth
So you spit your hate like it’s bulletproof
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[Bridge – Spoken / Half-Sung]
You don’t fear chaos, you fear the mirror
You don’t fear change, you fear it clearer
You don’t fear loss—you fear equality
If empathy threatens your comfort, maybe that’s morality
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[Final Chorus]
This is red, white, and bruised
Built on backs they refuse to include
If freedom was real, it wouldn’t need proof
And justice wouldn’t feel so exclusive
Red from the blood, white from the lies
Blue from the tears we’re taught to hide
Land of the free—yeah, that’s the excuse
This is America—
Still red, white, and bruised
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[Outro – Quiet, Direct]
We ain’t asking for crowns or pity or praise.
Just breathe without fear.
If this makes you uncomfortable—
Good.
That’s what truth feels like when it finally speaks.