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These colors tell stories politicians never frame
Red for all the children caught in crossfires with no name
Blue for every tear that the mothers cry in shame
Green for every dream that poverty kills with no flame
I've seen protests where the elders stood shaking in the rain
Where the youth held signs like they tryna hold they pain
Where the news cut angles just to hide who's to blame
Where the cops see brown skin and act before they explain
The world full of chaos, Matthew warned about deception
Wars and rumors of wars, this generation's reflection
Still I look to Isaiah when I'm searching for direction
'Cause send me became my purpose in a world with no protection
I speak for the block where the hopeless raise babies
Where the trauma gets passed like inheritance from the 80s
Where silence builds monsters and poverty makes crazies
Where the future feels distant, like God's been acting lazy, yeah
Sins heavy on the streets was like Ezekiel's vision
Dry bones everywhere, but still we talk about ambition
We manifest the future, but we're trapped in repetition
Every generation bleeds from the last to the next
Uh, kids starve while billionaires act numb in the villa
Kids riot for justice, but the press paint 'em as killers
We kneel for the truth, but the system choke us quicker
If Jesus came today, they'd probably call Him a sinner
I got a younger brother who watches every step
So I walk with both fear, and the weight of what's next
I bleed in these lyrics just to give him what's left
If progress is a war, then I'll die for the quest
Sacrifice ain't pretty, it's the silence that breaks you
It's the nights where the pain sit heavy and stakes you
It's the marches where the tear gas blinds but still shapes you
It's the protests where you speak for the ones life erased too
I feel prophecy in footsteps every time that I move
Like the world tryna test if my purpose improves
Like the angels taking notes while the devil approves
Tryna bend my destiny before God makes the proof