Prompt / Lyrics
Verse 1 My brothers be fightin’ each other While the system just watch and get rich Turnin’ pain into bullets for nothin’ We stuck in a cycle, a glitch Six feet under ain’t justice Ashes don’t balance the scales We bark at our mamas and daddies While billionaires buildin’ they sails They feast while we starve in the trenches Divide us and call it a win We swing at the wrong damn target That’s how they keep cashin’ it in I got some kids watchin’ closely They learn from the moves that we make If hate is the seed that we’re plantin’ Then pain is the fruit that we taste Hook Why we takin’ each other down? When the throne still sittin’ high They profit off every round While we bury dreams and cry My niggas dyin’ over blocks While the suits toast champagne We fightin’ for crumbs on the table They own the whole damn game Aim it higher, aim it higher Not at skin but at the chains Break the cycle, light the fire We stronger when we change Verse 2 We smokin’ our future in anger Chasin’ revenge like it’s gold But rage ain’t a map to freedom It’s just what they want us sold They pit us against each other Red vs blue in the street While lobbyists eat at the summit And never get dirt on they feet We louder at home than the Capitol Quicker to swing than to read But knowledge is sharper than bullets And unity stronger than greed I’m tired of funerals preachin’ About how “he was meant for more” If we really meant it, we’d build it Instead of just mournin’ the war Bridge (melodic, reflective) We could be kings in the daylight Instead of ghosts in the night Stop turnin’ the mirror to enemies Start turnin’ it toward the fight Not flesh, not color, not neighbors But systems that feed on the weak We powerful when we together That’s why they prefer we don’t speak Hook (repeat, stronger) Why we takin’ each other down? When the throne still sittin’ high They profit off every round While we bury dreams and cry Aim it higher, aim it higher Break the cycle, change the frame If we ever move as one They’d never run the game Outro My brothers ain’t targets My sisters ain’t prey The real war ain’t in the hood It’s in who writes the pay So I’m teachin’ the youngins Lift your vision instead Build empires with your mind Not more graves for the dead
Tags
Saxophone, soul, jazz Bounce, HEAVY ROCK, 808s treble, jersey bounce drill, dark trap, SLOW, trap, shanty, violin, cello
Duration
2:49
Instrumental
No
Created
2/23/2026