State of America

VERSE 1 Look around, the mirror cracked, faces blank and hollow Scrollin’ through the noise while the real world swallows Every soul for rent, every truth for sale We trade the fire for likes and call it living well Concrete jungle, but the jungle’s in the chest Heart beatin’ out of time, lungs full of stress Kids grow up on screens, eyes dead before twenty Parents numb on pills, pretendin’ they got plenty We built the cage then painted it gold Called it freedom while we sold the soul Greed in the boardroom, blood in the street Same damn cycle, just different elite HOOK State of mankind—raw, unfiltered Broken but still buildin’ Dirt to the stars, climb and fall Standin’ in the fire, answer the call VERSE 2 War never left, it just changed the uniform Drones in the sky while the poor get the storm Leaders talk peace with a gun in the drawer Smile for the camera then open another door Love got reduced to a swipe and a ghost Loneliest generation, connected the most Anxiety epidemic, depression on blast We medicate the pain so we don’t have to ask Why the fuck we still here if it all feels empty? Why chase the paper when the paper can’t save me? Still the same animal under the suit Still huntin’, still hurtin’, still lookin’ for truth HOOK State of mankind—raw, unfiltered Broken but still buildin’ Dirt to the stars, climb and fall Standin’ in the fire, answer the call VERSE 3 But don’t get it twisted—ain’t no pure victim here We choose the poison, we feed on the fear We scroll past the suffering then cry about the news Point fingers at the system while we wear the same shoes There’s still hands that dig graves and hands that plant seed Still mothers who fight and fathers who bleed Still strangers who feed you when the world turns cold Still rebels who speak when the silence gets sold We ugly. We radiant. We savage. We kind. We invent the noose then invent the design To cut ourselves free. Over and over again. That’s the state of the species—from beginning to end. OUTRO So spit the truth with the dirt still on it No soft filter, no corporate sonnet This is mankind—flawed, fierce, unfinished Still breathing. Still burning. Still not diminished.