The case of VALLEJOS v ROB BONTA and CHAD BIANCO part 2

The pen is mightier than the sword, I ain't backin' down, not anymore. They try to steal what I was born with, Lord— But rights ain’t granted by no badge or board. They lied, they denied, tried to take what’s mine, But I fight back with truth every single line. Pro Se America, this is the sign— Revolution’s peaceful, but the battle’s divine. Out in Cali where they twist the law, Bianco smilin’ while he drops the jaw. Made false claims, tried to clip my wings, But I ain’t the kind to bow to kings. Vallejos standin’ toe to toe, With Bonta and the whole damn show. Denied my rights with no due cause, But I ain’t breakin’ no manmade laws. I’m lawful, clean — background solid, They threw shade, but I never wobbled. They said “subjective,” called it discretion, But that’s just code for backdoor suppression. The pen is mightier than the sword, I ain't backin' down, not anymore. They try to steal what I was born with, Lord— But rights ain’t granted by no badge or board. They lied, they denied, tried to take what’s mine, But I fight back with truth every single line. Pro Se America, this is the sign— Revolution’s peaceful, but the battle’s divine. C.R.P.A., where were y’all at? I gave my time, gave checks and hats. Volunteered, manned your booths, But when I bled, y’all hid the truth. Called you up — not even a reply, You watched a patriot hung out to dry. While Bianco pushed his narrative false, I stood alone, but I never lost pulse. Rights ain’t favors, rights ain’t perks, They’re God-given, not man’s works. You picked your donors, you played your game, But I’m buildin' fire that don’t need fame. This is for the ones who’ve been denied, For the quiet ones that never cried. For every form stamped “Rejected here,” For every man who stood up without fear. We ain't violent, we ain't armed to hurt, But our words are louder than the dirt. So let that ink replace the lead, Our power lives in what we’ve said. The pen is mightier than the sword, I ain't backin' down, not anymore. They try to steal what I was born with, Lord— But rights ain’t granted by no badge or board. They lied, they denied, tried to take what’s mine, But I fight back with truth every single line. Pro Se America, this is the sign— Revolution’s peaceful, but the battle’s divine.