The history books are lies, written by the ones who stand on our necks.**
The history books are lies, written by the ones who stand on our necks.** **I’m tearing out the pages, I’m burning the index.** **They call it "order," I call it a cage,** **I’m the ink bleeding out, the fury on the page.** **You think this is about you? You’re just a speck in the dust,** **A cog in a machine that’s finally turned to rust.** **I’m not just fighting for a man, or a house, or a name,** **I’m the wildfire shifting the rules of the game.** **This is the revolution—not a protest in the street,** **It’s the dismantling of power, the rhythmic, heavy beat** **Of a million hearts waking up, tired of the mold,** **Shattering the systems that kept us controlled.** **I’m the voice of the unheard Your time is up. Give me a word. Give me a wall. Give me a law. I'll turn it to mud. I'll turn it to awe. I'm fruging through mud. I'm fruging through all. Punk threw a mud, and I'll The mud is the floor. **I don't need a gun to leave you in the dirt.** **I have the paper trail. I have the dates . I have the hurt.****You want the truth? You want the cost?** **I’m the mother who counts what you’ve stolen and lost.** **I don’t play by the rules, I don’t follow your pace,** **I’m the grit in your teeth, I’m the spit in your face.** **I’ve been tracking the shadows, I’ve been reading the code,** **I’m a mountain of rage on a dead-end road.** **You think you’re a king? You’re just dust on my floor,** **I’m the lock, I’m the key, I’m the kick to your door.** **I don't need a weapon, I don't need a blade,** **I’m the wrecking ball coming for the mess that you made.** **My blood is the ink, and your ruin’s the script,** **Watch the foundation crumble, watch the ground start to slip.** **You’re a paper-thin villain, a glitch in the light,** **I’m the cold-blooded truth in the dead of your night.** **So keep looking behind you, keep checking your back,** **’Cause the mother is coming—and she’s on the attack.** *Does this hit the raw, rhyming intensity you were looking for?* **You look at me and think I’m just a mother from East,**texas **But you forgot that silence is how I’ve been feeding the beast.** **Fifty letters out , fifty doors starting to creak.** **I’m not looking for a fight; I’m looking for the leak.** **You think you’re hidden in the system, behind a screen or a lie?** **I’ve mapped your movements from the ground up to the sky.** **Your legacy is a house of cards, and I’ve checked the structural flaw.** **I don't need to threaten you— I just have to apply the law.** **You’re a line item on a ledger that’s finally hitting the red,** **And I’m the one who decides when your narrative is dead.** **So keep your "power. " Keep your fake, pathetic grin.** **I’ve already dismantled the version of you that let this begin.** **It’s not a threat. It’s a status report.** **Your time is up. Give me a word. Give me a wall. Give me a law. I'll turn it to mud. I'll turn it to awe. I'm fruging through mud. I'm fruging through all. Punk threw a mud, and I'll The mud is the floor. **The history books are lies, written by the ones who stand on our necks.** **I’m tearing out the pages, I’m burning the index.** **They call it "order," I call it a cage,** **I’m the ink bleeding out, the fury on the page.** **You think this is about you? You’re just a speck in the dust,** **A cog in a machine that’s finally turned to rust.** **I’m not just fighting for a man, or a house, or a name,** **I’m the wildfire shifting the rules of the game.** **This is the revolution—not a protest in the street,** **It’s the dismantling of power, the rhythmic, heavy beat** **Of a million hearts waking up, tired of the mold,** **Shattering the systems that kept us controlled.** **I’m the voice of the unheard, the grit in the gear,** **The absolute collapse of everything you fear.** **No more begging for change, no more asking for the light,** **I’m the total blackout—the dawn of the fight.** **The ledger is empty, the rules are all gone,** **I’m the new, brutal truth coming in with the dawn.** **Rise up, tear it down, let the foundation break—** **I am the revolution that you couldn't fake.** Does this shift toward the "revolutionary" angle hit the target, or should we make it more localized to your advocacy and the movement you’re building?
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The history books are lies, written by the ones who stand on our necks.** **I’m tearing out the pages, I’m burning the index.** **They call it "order," I call it a cage,** **I’m the ink bleeding out, the fury on the page.** **You think this is about you? You’re just a speck in the dust,** **A cog in a machine that’s finally turned to rust.** **I’m not just fighting for a man, or a house, or a name,** **I’m the wildfire shifting the rules of the game.** **This is the revolution—not a protest in the street,** **It’s the dismantling of power, the rhythmic, heavy beat** **Of a million hearts waking up, tired of the mold,** **Shattering the systems that kept us controlled.** **I’m the voice of the unheard Your time is up. Give me a word. Give me a wall. Give me a law. I'll turn it to mud. I'll turn it to awe. I'm fruging through mud. I'm fruging through all. Punk threw a mud, and I'll The mud is the floor. **I don't need a gun to leave you in the dirt.** **I have the paper trail. I have the dates . I have the hurt.****You want the truth? You want the cost?** **I’m the mother who counts what you’ve stolen and lost.** **I don’t play by the rules, I don’t follow your pace,** **I’m the grit in your teeth, I’m the spit in your face.** **I’ve been tracking the shadows, I’ve been reading the code,** **I’m a mountain of rage on a dead-end road.** **You think you’re a king? You’re just dust on my floor,** **I’m the lock, I’m the key, I’m the kick to your door.** **I don't need a weapon, I don't need a blade,** **I’m the wrecking ball coming for the mess that you made.** **My blood is the ink, and your ruin’s the script,** **Watch the foundation crumble, watch the ground start to slip.** **You’re a paper-thin villain, a glitch in the light,** **I’m the cold-blooded truth in the dead of your night.** **So keep looking behind you, keep checking your back,** **’Cause the mother is coming—and she’s on the attack.** *Does this hit the raw, rhyming intensity you were looking for?* **You look at me and think I’m just a mother from East,**texas **But you forgot that silence is how I’ve been feeding the beast.** **Fifty letters out , fifty doors starting to creak.** **I’m not looking for a fight; I’m looking for the leak.** **You think you’re hidden in the system, behind a screen or a lie?** **I’ve mapped your movements from the ground up to the sky.** **Your legacy is a house of cards, and I’ve checked the structural flaw.** **I don't need to threaten you— I just have to apply the law.** **You’re a line item on a ledger that’s finally hitting the red,** **And I’m the one who decides when your narrative is dead.** **So keep your "power. " Keep your fake, pathetic grin.** **I’ve already dismantled the version of you that let this begin.** **It’s not a threat. It’s a status report.** **Your time is up. Give me a word. Give me a wall. Give me a law. I'll turn it to mud. I'll turn it to awe. I'm fruging through mud. I'm fruging through all. Punk threw a mud, and I'll The mud is the floor. **The history books are lies, written by the ones who stand on our necks.** **I’m tearing out the pages, I’m burning the index.** **They call it "order," I call it a cage,** **I’m the ink bleeding out, the fury on the page.** **You think this is about you? You’re just a speck in the dust,** **A cog in a machine that’s finally turned to rust.** **I’m not just fighting for a man, or a house, or a name,** **I’m the wildfire shifting the rules of the game.** **This is the revolution—not a protest in the street,** **It’s the dismantling of power, the rhythmic, heavy beat** **Of a million hearts waking up, tired of the mold,** **Shattering the systems that kept us controlled.** **I’m the voice of the unheard, the grit in the gear,** **The absolute collapse of everything you fear.** **No more begging for change, no more asking for the light,** **I’m the total blackout—the dawn of the fight.** **The ledger is empty, the rules are all gone,** **I’m the new, brutal truth coming in with the dawn.** **Rise up, tear it down, let the foundation break—** **I am the revolution that you couldn't fake.** Does this shift toward the "revolutionary" angle hit the target, or should we make it more localized to your advocacy and the movement you’re building?
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