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My skin got stories that the books don't hold
From chains to chains - just digital, cold
Zipped up truth in a courtroom suit
They plant us in cells like forbidden fruit
Lynched by laws, not just the rope
Now they hang us with loans and hope
History ain't past, it's policy
You breathe it daily - that ain't just me
Blood in the bricks, red ink in the deeds
Paved over dreams, then sold the weeds
ZIP code bars, silent like chalk
Your path's decided before you can walk
Redlines drawn in invisible ink
Ink that stains but don't ever blink
System's clean on the surface, lies inside
But we read the fine print - eyes open wide
(They drew redlines, now we cross them)
Stop-and-frisk still patrollin' minds
Black kids sentenced before their rhymes
Judge wearin' robes soaked in old fears
Still echoes of whips in these courtrooms' ears
Call it justice, we call it game
New plantation, new name
Corporate bars with corner ties
Prison stocks risin' while futures die
Redlines drawn in invisible ink
Ink that stains but don't ever blink
System's clean on the surface, lies inside
But we read the fine print - eyes open wide
(They drew redlines, now we cross them)
No map can hold us, no fence too wide
We bleed the truth they try to hide
Our rage is legacy, not shame
We carry names they tried to tame
We broke the borders they built in chalk
We turned their silence into talk
We sample pain and spit it back
In rhythm, rhyme, and fearless tracks
Now every street's a battleground
Every verse another round
Can't erase what we became
They drew redlines - but we changed the game