Jeannediva
Jeannediva

(Verse 1)

(Verse 1)

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3 months ago

(Verse 1) Yo, in the land of the free, where dreams collide, Where the rich get richer, while the poor gotta ride, On the back of the system, that's broken and corrupt, Where justice ain't blind, just a game of luck. Got politicians preaching, but they all about greed, While the streets stay hungry, and the kids can't read, They say it's all fair, but it's a lie they sell, 'Cause in the hood, it's a different kind of hell. (Chorus) In America's most wanted, we fight to survive, In a world full of struggle, where the strong stay alive. But we rise up together, against all odds, 'Cause in the face of injustice, we're the true gods. (Verse 2) From the ghettos to the suburbs, we're all feeling the pain, As we watch our rights vanish, like tears in the rain. Police brutality, it's a daily routine, While the media spins lies, like a twisted machine. But we ain't staying silent, we're raising our voice, For the ones who've been silenced, we're their beacon of choice. We march in the streets, demanding our rights, 'Cause freedom ain't free, we gotta stand up and fight. (Chorus) In America's most wanted, we fight to survive, In a world full of struggle, where the strong stay alive. But we rise up together, against all odds, 'Cause in the face of injustice, we're the true gods. (Bridge) So let's unite as one, and break down the walls, That divide us by race, and make us all fall. 'Cause together we're stronger, than they'll ever know, In the face of oppression, we'll put on a show. (Outro) So here's to the rebels, the outlaws, the brave, Who refuse to stay silent, who refuse to behave. In America's most wanted, we'll never back down, 'Cause freedom and justice, are the true kings in town.

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3 months ago

(Verse 1) Yo, in the land of the free, where dreams collide, Where the rich get richer, while the poor gotta ride, On the back of the system, that's broken and corrupt, Where justice ain't blind, just a game of luck. Got politicians preaching, but they all about greed, While the streets stay hungry, and the kids can't read, They say it's all fair, but it's a lie they sell, 'Cause in the hood, it's a different kind of hell. (Chorus) In America's most wanted, we fight to survive, In a world full of struggle, where the strong stay alive. But we rise up together, against all odds, 'Cause in the face of injustice, we're the true gods. (Verse 2) From the ghettos to the suburbs, we're all feeling the pain, As we watch our rights vanish, like tears in the rain. Police brutality, it's a daily routine, While the media spins lies, like a twisted machine. But we ain't staying silent, we're raising our voice, For the ones who've been silenced, we're their beacon of choice. We march in the streets, demanding our rights, 'Cause freedom ain't free, we gotta stand up and fight. (Chorus) In America's most wanted, we fight to survive, In a world full of struggle, where the strong stay alive. But we rise up together, against all odds, 'Cause in the face of injustice, we're the true gods. (Bridge) So let's unite as one, and break down the walls, That divide us by race, and make us all fall. 'Cause together we're stronger, than they'll ever know, In the face of oppression, we'll put on a show. (Outro) So here's to the rebels, the outlaws, the brave, Who refuse to stay silent, who refuse to behave. In America's most wanted, we'll never back down, 'Cause freedom and justice, are the true kings in town.

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