NO MORE SILENCE

INTRO (Spoken – Cold, Low)
This ain’t love songs.
This ain’t hashtags.
This is grown men talkin’ to the mirror.
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VERSE 1 – HARD DISS (RAW, TUPAC-ENERGY)
Yeah—
I’m sick of fake woke mouths with empty hands,
Tweetin’ revolution, scared to take a stand.
Everybody tough till it’s time to build,
Everybody real till the pain get real.
You sell your people for a streaming check,
Call it “art” while the spirit wrecked.
I don’t hate you—I just name the lie,
Truth feel violent when you livin’ disguised.
(Beat breathes for half a bar)
You want crowns but you duck responsibility,
Talk unity but move like enemies.
I’m from the school where scars teach class,
Where men stay rooted while the trends all pass.
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PRE-CHORUS (TENSE, LOW)
This ain’t East versus West,
This ain’t past versus next,
This is soul versus silence,
And I refuse to rest.
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CHORUS – HARD CHANT WITH SOUL UNDERLAY
No more silence, no more play,
No more leaders sellin’ us delay.
One blood, one breath, one ground,
We don’t fall—we hold it down.
(Repeat twice, second time with harmony)
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VERSE 2 – PAN-AFRICAN IDENTITY (HARD, NO LISTS)
Different drums but the pain sync tight,
Same chains just dressed in different light.
From dusty roads to concrete nights,
Same prayers whispered under city lights.
They taught us fightin’ each other was power,
While they ate steady off our divided hours.
I’m not preachin’ peace with my hands tied back,
I’m sayin’ wake up—then decide how to act.
You ain’t my enemy ‘cause you sound different,
You my brother lost in the system’s vision.
I diss the lie, not the blood in your veins,
But if the shoe fit—walk through the flame.
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VERSE 3 – COOLIO-STYLE STREET REALITY (DARK STORYTELLING)
I seen hope get buried under rent,
Seen faith get quiet when the money spent.
Seen kids grow old before twenty-five,
Learnin’ how to survive, not how to be alive.
Mama pray hard, daddy hold stress,
World say “hustle,” soul say “rest.”
I ain’t romanticizin’ pain or death,
I’m sayin’ unity start with respect.
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BRIDGE (STRIPPED – PIANO ONLY)
We don’t need saviors.
We need standards.
We don’t need noise.
We need backbone.
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FINAL CHORUS – BIG, ANTHEMIC, HARD
No more silence, no more lies,
No more sleepwalk through our lives.
One blood, one truth, one sound,
We don’t beg—we hold it down.
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OUTRO (LAST SHOT – SPOKEN)
If the truth feel like a diss,
That’s between you and your conscience.
I said what I said.