[INTRO] (Bar 0 - Pickup) (A crisp, rolling snare fill crashes onto the grid, backed by bright, steady eighth-note hi-hat pulses driving at 136 BPM. (Bars 1-8) The heavy, subby bassline drops into a deep, syncopated groove alongside a tight One-Drop drum pattern (snare/kick hitting hard on Beat 3). A tight brass section (sax, trumpet, trombone) takes center stage, blasting a bright, syncopated, energetic horn fanfare over the Am – G – Em7 – Am chord loop. Organ bubbles shuffle underneath, and bright piano chords slice through on beats 2 and 4.) (Bar 8 - Beat 4) (The horns play a sharp, rhythmic stab. The instrumentation clears out, leaving only the pulsing hi-hats and a low, rolling bass note to clear space for the voice.) [VERSE 1] (Chords: Am – G – Em7 – Am | Feel: Spacious, stripped-back reggae groove) (Lead Vocals): Restricting me from movement, that should be a criminal offense But first you have to prove it with some concrete evidence You target my reflection just to justify your fears We’ve been standing in this shadow for a hundred heavy years They pull every string in their area code Abusing their power on this open road No just cause, just a badge and a broken law Trying to break the spirit that they never saw [CHORUS] (Chords: Am – G – Em7 – Am | Full Instrumentation: Organ bubble swells, piano drives hard, 3-part backing harmonies lock in)(Lead & Backing Vocals in rich, soulful harmony): Don't frisk me down because of my brown skin! (Horns): (Sharp, syncopated brass stab) (Lead & Backing Vocals): Where is the justice that we’re supposed to live in? Don't frisk me down because of my brown skin! (Horns): (Echoing dotted-eighth delay tail) (Lead Vocals): We must hold our head high, true dread I Stand firm in the truth, we will never fly! [VERSE 2] (Chords: Am – G – Em7 – Am | Groove drops back to a heavy bass and crisp guitar skank focus) (Lead Vocals): You watch the way I walk, you judge the clothes I wear A systemic poison lingering in the air But the blood of the ancestors flows in these veins No flashing blue lights can bind us in chains You search through my pockets looking for a crime But you’re wasting your breath and you're wasting my time Indigenous pride is a fire you can't tame We know who we are, and we know our own name [CHORUS] (Chords: Am – G – Em7 – Am | Full anthemic Pacific roots reggae mix) (Lead & Backing Vocals): Don't frisk me down because of my brown skin!( Horns): (Sharp, syncopated brass stab) (Lead & Backing Vocals): Where is the justice that we’re supposed to live in? Don't frisk me down because of my brown skin! (Horns): (Echoing dotted-eighth delay tail) (Lead Vocals): We must hold our head high, true dread. I stand firm in the truth, we will never fly! [DUB / OUTRO SECTION] (Chords: Am – G – Em7 – Am) (The lead vocals fade into a heavy tape-delay echo ("Never fly... fly... fly..."). The horn section re-enters, trading licks with heavy spring-reverb splashes on the snare drum. The bass guitar plays a driving, walking pentatonic line, carrying the track's defiant energy as the instrumentation gradually filters out, leaving only the deep bass and the steady, unyielding eighth-note hi-hat pulse to fade.)
