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mak atak back. fuck tweld fdt and fuck elon free palastine and fuck israel I was never s'posed to see past twenty, Now I’m thirty and the world lookin’ funny. Trump got the power, but no soul, Tearin’ families up, just to fill that role. Sendin’ people to camps overseas, Sayin' its “law,” but they rewrite it with ease. Due process? That’s a ghost in the street, Judges blind and arrested while the innocent bleed. This ain’t fear, this is clarity in crisis, Voices like ghosts, hauntin’ government silence. Standin' with natives, and the ones with rainbow flags, While they burn treaties and wave old rags RFK speakin’ on genes and purity, that ain't science, sounds like whony white insecurity. History repeats when the people sleep, Eugenics ain’t dead, it’s just wearin’ fuckin fleece. I’m stressed, I’m pressed, I’m fully awake, Watchin' them gamble with lives our lives, at fin stake. This is genocide in a tailored suit, While they play God and pollute the fuckin truth. --- [Hook] This ain’t fear, it’s a call to feel, If you got a heart, then this pain is real. I stand with the queer, with the native voice, With the ones they erase like they had no choice. We scream, we march, we write, we fight, Tryna hold onto what’s left of our rights. This rage? It’s love in disguise, From a kid who grew up believin’ in these fucking lies. --- [Verse 2] I was raised on hope, now I rap with holy fire, World so cold, sell it to the highest buyer I seen friends fall, seen the truth decay, While the rich get high on the laws yhat they sway. I’m just a millennial born to the smoke, We laughed through trauma like an old joke Now we cry in beats and bleed between bars, Tattoo scars over broken hearts They said we’d be lazy, now we carry the weight, Of a world that taught us how to hate. But I still care, still feel too deep, Still lose sleep for the souls they keep. This ain’t politics, this is survival, Truth in the booth, I don’t need no title. So if I vanish, let this verse be proof— I loved hard, I lived raw, I spit truth. --- [Hook – Repeat/Outro] This ain’t fear, it’s a call to feel, If you got a heart, then this pain is real. I stand with the queer, with the native voice, With the ones they erase like they had no choice. We scream, we march, we write, we fight, Tryna hold onto what’s left of our rights. This rage? It’s love in disguise, From a kid who grew up believin’ in lies.

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