The Warning4(TerikaBaDass)

90s underground hip-hop, alternative, jazz

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(Spoken word intro, over a sparse, melancholic beat)
Yeah... check it.
They say history doesn’t repeat, but it sure does rhyme.
Listen close.
(Verse 1)
First they came for the ones who crossed the southern line,
Said they didn’t belong, ran out of time.
He scrolled past the headlines, stayed in his bubble,
“Not my family, I’m legal,” sipped his wine.
(Chorus)
So when they came with the knock, knock, knockin’ on his door,
Nobody left to speak up anymore.
The silence was a cage they built floor by floor—
Who’s gonna speak when they come for you?
(Verse 2)
Then they came for the ones whose love looked different from his,
Waved their flags and bans, drew a harder line.
He saw the hate, had friends in the fight,
But stayed quiet, said “My marriage is safe, I’m fine.”
(Chorus)
So when they came with the knock, knock, knockin’ on his door,
Nobody left to speak up anymore.
The silence was a cage they built floor by floor—
Who’s gonna speak when they come for you?
(Verse 3)
Next they came for the journalists, branded truth as a smear,
Then the students who knelt, voices silenced by fear.
He watched through the smoke, turned up his show, cracked a beer,
Thought “Not my fight,” kept his conscience unclear.
(Chorus – shouted, raw)
So when they came with the knock, knock, knockin’ on his door,
Nobody left to speak up anymore.
The silence was a cage they built floor by floor—
Who’s gonna speak when they come for you?
(Bridge – beat drops to heartbeat + lone piano)
He wasn’t a target, he played by the rules,
Thought he was one of the “good ones”—until they changed the rules.
His faith, his blood, his name—suddenly he was the threat,
And he looked for allies… but stood alone in the end.
(Outro – spoken, resonant and sorrowful over fading beat)
The knock came. The street was empty.
Not because they were strong…
…but because they were silent.
One by one, they didn’t break our power—
they isolated our compassion.
If my freedom is tied to yours,
your fight was always my fight.
Speak now.
Before the only voice left is the [Refrain]"echo".

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(Spoken word intro, over a sparse, melancholic beat) Yeah... check it. They say history doesn’t repeat, but it sure does rhyme. Listen close. (Verse 1) First they came for the ones who crossed the southern line, Said they didn’t belong, ran out of time. He scrolled past the headlines, stayed in his bubble, “Not my family, I’m legal,” sipped his wine. (Chorus) So when they came with the knock, knock, knockin’ on his door, Nobody left to speak up anymore. The silence was a cage they built floor by floor— Who’s gonna speak when they come for you? (Verse 2) Then they came for the ones whose love looked different from his, Waved their flags and bans, drew a harder line. He saw the hate, had friends in the fight, But stayed quiet, said “My marriage is safe, I’m fine.” (Chorus) So when they came with the knock, knock, knockin’ on his door, Nobody left to speak up anymore. The silence was a cage they built floor by floor— Who’s gonna speak when they come for you? (Verse 3) Next they came for the journalists, branded truth as a smear, Then the students who knelt, voices silenced by fear. He watched through the smoke, turned up his show, cracked a beer, Thought “Not my fight,” kept his conscience unclear. (Chorus – shouted, raw) So when they came with the knock, knock, knockin’ on his door, Nobody left to speak up anymore. The silence was a cage they built floor by floor— Who’s gonna speak when they come for you? (Bridge – beat drops to heartbeat + lone piano) He wasn’t a target, he played by the rules, Thought he was one of the “good ones”—until they changed the rules. His faith, his blood, his name—suddenly he was the threat, And he looked for allies… but stood alone in the end. (Outro – spoken, resonant and sorrowful over fading beat) The knock came. The street was empty. Not because they were strong… …but because they were silent. One by one, they didn’t break our power— they isolated our compassion. If my freedom is tied to yours, your fight was always my fight. Speak now. Before the only voice left is the [Refrain]"echo".

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