AMERIKKKA (Broken Anthem) (Remastered)

[Intro – whispered / distorted] You hear that? That’s not fireworks… That’s the empire cracking. [Verse 1] Flag full of bullets in the fabric and seams, Kids raised on trauma call it “American dreams” Cops in the mirror, judges in disguise, White lies stacked up like a tower to the sky Land of the free, built on genocide, Brown skin ghosts standing roadside They stole the land, called it fate and God Stamped “manifest” on the necks they trod Red states soaking in conspiracy veins Blue states suffocating under corporate chains Everyone bleeding for a billionaire’s gain While the rich play chess with the working man’s pain Schoolyards drilled like a battlefield zone Thoughts and prayers carved into stone You say “don’t politicize this pain” But pain’s the only thing you do campaign Statue of liberty lost her face Now she stares in shame at the human race Torch gone dark from hypocrisy Freedom’s chained to “policy” [Pre-Chorus] You can’t bomb the truth and call it peace No justice, no silence, no release Every lie written into law Every body becomes a scar [Chorus – aggressive, chant-style] I DON’T WANT YOUR FAKE FLAG PRIDE WHEN CHILDREN DIE AND YOU PICK A SIDE RED, WHITE, BLUE DRIPPING BLACK SYSTEM BROKE AND YOU WON’T LOOK BACK SCREAM IT LOUD THROUGH MARBLE HALLS THIS EMPIRE BUILT JUST TO FALL NO MORE KINGS, NO MORE THRONES BURN THE LIES IN THE MIC AND TONE [Verse 2] They call protests riots, riots change law Every revolution starts with a flaw They label truth “extreme” and “woke” As they keep their boots on the poor and broke Women bleeding out for a senator’s vote Bodies regulated by the rich in coats Queer love outlawed in a Bible disguise While they sin in private and televise Climate boiling the sins of kings Oceans rising like they got something to sing Still drilling holes in the dying earth ‘Cause profit more valued than planet or birth History books edited, cleaned for show Erase every hero that wasn’t “gold” But you can’t whitewash the bones in the dirt You can’t rewrite blood on the shirt [Bridge – spoken, venomous] This isn’t America… This is capitalism dressed as patriotism This is racism wearing a uniform This is power choking the last breath Out of the poor, the queer, the brown, the broken And calling it democracy. [Chorus – final] I DON’T WANT YOUR FAKE FLAG PRIDE WHEN CHILDREN DIE AND YOU PICK A SIDE RED, WHITE, BLUE DRIPPING BLACK SYSTEM BROKE AND YOU WON’T LOOK BACK HEAR THE PEOPLE, FEEL THE HEAT TRUTH IN THE STREETS, FIRE IN THE BEAT IF THE OLD WORLD HAS TO DIE… LET IT BE LOUD. LET IT CRY. [Outro – quieter but lethal] No violence in my hands Only words like gasoline If the system burns in the light of truth Maybe that’s what freedom means.