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Yeah…
City cold, hearts colder.
What up doe — we still out here.
Ain’t no kings, just soldiers.
System crooked, bills late, I’m still grindin’ out the mud,
They printin’ peace, but sellin’ guns, drownin’ us in our own blood.
Politicians talk slick, act clean, pockets full of sin,
While my block still starvin’, tryin’ to find a way to win.
No handouts, we make our lane,
Every move, I play the pain.
Ain’t no fairy tale, just real rain —
Detroit slang, heavy in the vein.
They want us blind, they want us quiet,
But we too loud, we startin’ riots.
Ain’t no love in a world so fake,
We don’t bow — we make it shake.
Broken system! Still we rise!
Broken system! Truth in lies!
Ain’t no crown, just dirty hands,
From the D-town, we take a stand!
I seen my dawgs fall, no cap,
Some in the cell, some ain’t back.
Dreams in debt, hearts on ice,
But we still roll, we pay the price.
Talkin’ freedom? That’s a myth,
Whole hood prayin’ just to live.
Mama workin’ two jobs, no rest,
While the suits still robbin’ the oppressed.
Out the mud, no silver plate,
Still eat good off pain and faith.
They call us lost, I call us chosen,
Heart of the city — still unbroken.
Broken system! Still we rise!
Broken system! Truth in lies!
Ain’t no crown, just dirty hands,
From the D-town, we take a stand!
They built this system to cage us,
But we built our voice to break it.
