[Intro] Observer talking. Don't pretty it up. [Verse 1] Watched a father fold in a plastic hospital chair. His girl came home different. Eyes gone. Voice gone. Third-world crew ran a train and the city called it complex. No slap on the hand. Barely a name in the paper. Judge talking root causes while that man can't look at her. Another block over they buried a son. Knife in the ribs outside a gas station. Camera caught the run. Boys laughing in the footage like it was sport. Prosecutor pled it down. Youth. Trauma. Don't inflame. Mama still sets his plate. Daddy don't speak no more. That's the story they told us was enrichment at the door. Blind still clapping. Still calling you hateful for the file. Observer just watched a whole bloodline break in a while. [Chorus] You act like we're finished, better than us Yeah, I know that Who told you that we broke? The old world's coming American spirit rising Watch what we can really do Your facts ain't facts if they cost you a vote Yeah, I know that Good job, you lose, keep the medal The old world's coming Watch what we can really do [Verse 2] Same town. Different last names. Same ending. Daughter used to walk that stretch like she owned the lighting. Then the new boys marked her. Followed her. Took her. Hotel room. Phones out. She don't talk about the pictures. Father found out from a nurse, not from the cops. Cops had the names. Still no slap on the hand. Soft. Son tried to pull his sister out and caught a brick to the skull. Now he eats through a tube and they still say don't make it cultural. Peace talk on the steps for the cameras. Same week a girl got honor-hit and they buried the grammar. Isolated. Mental health. Poverty. Every verse they sing. Observer watched the pattern wear a different hoodie and the same grin. Welfare hotel packed. Arrest log looking like a family tree. You name the book and they try to bury you with me. I ain't guessing. I sat with the fathers. I heard the rooms go quiet. That's the third-world bill they swear ain't on the invoice. [Chorus] You act like we're finished, better than us Yeah, I know that Who told you that we broke? The old world's coming American spirit rising Watch what we can really do Your facts ain't facts if they cost you a vote Yeah, I know that Good job, you lose, keep the medal The old world's coming Watch what we can really do [Verse 3] Observer in the wreckage. Don't cope. Don't spin. Watched 'em lose a daughter and then lose the will to win. Watched a grown man apologize for being angry his kid got used. Watched the news crop the faces so the voters don't get confused. No prison worth the name. No deport worth the flight. Just a press release and a candlelight. Meanwhile Americans still clock in with their backs to the wall. Still raising what's left. Still answering when you call. Spirit that built this ain't dead. It's meaner when it wakes. Blind can keep smiling till the old world hits the brakes. Flag they tried to burn picked itself up off the concrete. Country they wrote off still got blood in the teeth. That's the record. That's the fathers. That's the sons they took. The old world's coming. Now watch what we can do. [Chorus] You act like we're finished, better than us Yeah, I know that Who told you that we broke? The old world's coming American spirit rising Watch what we can really do Your facts ain't facts if they cost you a vote Yeah, I know that Good job, you lose, keep the medal The old world's coming Yeah, watch what we can really do
