[Intro: spoken, cold] They said "What makes you a citizen?" Like the answer was blood. Like the answer was fear. Like the answer was whoever got here first after pushing someone else into the dirt. Nah. Read the room. Read the graves. Read the Amendment. [Verse 1] Born on the soil, under the law, that's the clause, little scholar, You can't cosplay Madison with a red hat and holler. Fourteenth in the frame, Reconstruction in the veins, Put a chain-breaker's promise where the old court left stains. You want bloodline borders? That's a hell of a pitch, From the heirs of the boats who got rich off the switch. Stolen land in the ledger, stolen labor in the walls, Now you're scared of a baby being born in the halls? That's not law, that's panic in a powdered wig, Tiny little tyrants doing bigot math big. "Subject to jurisdiction" means the law applies here, Funny how you know that when you're spreading the fear. If the cops can arrest them, if the courts can arraign, If the taxes can find them, if they're living in the chain Of your statutes, your systems, your borders, your rules, Then the baby born breathing ain't your loophole, fools. [Pre-Chorus] You don't get to cite the flag while you're bleaching out the scar. You don't get to lock the gate then pretend you are the star. [Hook] Born here, breathe here, law says clear, You can't make a child disappear. No crown, no king, no bloodline throne, This ain't your country to own alone. Born here, breathe here, name it plain, You don't wash history down the drain. Liberty's lamp or a locked-up lie, Pick one, patriot. Choose your side. [Verse 2] Let's talk "invasion," since you love that word, While ignoring every treaty your textbooks blurred. Every "purchase," every promise, every line rearranged, Every Native nation told, "Move again, things changed." Trail of tears in the subtext, auction blocks in the bass, You inherited the keys then complained about space. Built the house with stolen hands on stolen ground, Now you're mad new neighbors heard the welcoming sound? "Give me your tired," yeah, remember that flame? Or was that just merch in America's name? You want the statue for branding, the border for pain, The anthem for dopamine, the history drained. And don't start with "legal" like you just found a book, The Court just read the sentence that your movement mistook. Born in the country, under power, under rule, That's citizenship, baby. Class dismissed. Stay in school. [Bridge: half-time, venomous] This is not charity. This is accountability. This is a nation with a memory problem being dragged back to literacy. You don't get moral amnesia just because the truth is inconvenient. You don't get to break half the planet then act shocked when the consequences are sentient. [Verse 3: faster] Nation-building, destabilizing, backing coups with a grin, Then you clutch pearls hard when the fallout walks in. You can't light fires worldwide, then sneer at the smoke, Call the victims "illegals" and make cruelty a joke. You want order? Then own what disorder produced. You want borders? Then stop leaving countries reduced. You want virtue? Then try it. That'd be novel today. Not a bumper-sticker Jesus with a razor-wire way. And no, I don't want vengeance, I want better than this, Not a mirror-image cruelty with a progressive fist. I want law with a spine, I want truth with a name, I want power held accountable, not infants blamed. Citizenship ain't a purity test, Not a blood-type quiz for the anxious and pressed. It's a civic covenant, written in scars, Born from the wreckage of cages and wars. [Hook] Born here, breathe here, law says clear, You can't make a child disappear. No crown, no king, no bloodline throne, This ain't your country to own alone. Born here, breathe here, name it plain, You don't wash history down the drain. Liberty's lamp or a locked-up lie, Pick one, patriot. Choose your side. [Outro: spoken, controlled fury] So when they ask, "What makes someone American?" Tell them: Not blood. Not whiteness. Not fear. Not the permission slip of a would-be king. Born here. Naturalized here. Living under law here. Human here. And if your patriotism needs a scapegoat baby to feel powerful, that's not patriotism. That's a confession.
