[INTRO — DJ SCRATCH + BASS] Before asking why someone runs, maybe we should ask who owned the ground. [VERSE 1 — RAP / HEAVY BASS] The ground already had an owner when he first learned to walk. The wealth changed hands, but not everyone could get that far. Some last names open doors, some skin makes people wait. Some inherit fields of fortune, some inherit fear and fate. Grandpa left behind so little: a name, a scar, a story. And a quiet history told to keep the child from worry. But nobody sleeps easy when hunger knocks at the door. Some people call it a choice when there's no choice anymore. [PRE-CHORUS — FEMALE BACKING] Those born with little learn early how to share... Those born with plenty don't always learn to care... [CHORUS — MELODIC / ROCK] Don't let the weight of this world break your heart apart. Don't let the color of your skin decide who you are. FEMALE: Don't let it, no... Don't let it, no... MALE: There's blood, there's history, there's a dream inside these hands. BOTH: Before the first cry was heard, the pressure was already there. [VERSE 2 — RAP / DISTORTED GUITAR] The city grew so quickly, but left so many behind. Built towers reaching heaven on dreams it left confined. There's a kid watching tomorrow through the cracks of a gate. There's a mother counting coins like she's counting every prayer. And when somebody loses control, the headline comes too late. It shows the face of the guilty, but rarely shows the weight. It doesn't show the childhood, or the road that brought him there. It doesn't show the chances that disappeared in thin air. [DJ BREAK — SCRATCH / BASS] FEMALE — WHISPERED: Who won? MALE: Who lost? FEMALE: Who stayed? MALE: Who forgot? [VERSE 3 — RAP / ROCK] It's not about saints or criminals, it's not about pointing blame. It's about a story running so deep that the ground still bears its name. A country built its fortune on backs that weren't its own, then called them a problem when they were left with nothing to call home. And time kept telling us that now we're all the same. But some old wounds still rise up from the pain. When another door closes, when another chance disappears, when fear becomes a daily habit and hope gets harder to hear. [BRIDGE — GUITAR + FEMALE HARMONY] FEMALE: There's still a dream... MALE: Even where there's no bread. FEMALE: There's still a song... MALE: Even after oppression. BOTH: Nobody is born wanting to carry anger in their hands. [FINAL CHORUS — BIG / MELODIC ROCK] Don't let the weight of this world break your heart apart. Don't let the color of your skin decide who you are. FEMALE: Don't let it, no... Don't let it, no... MALE: There's blood, there's history, there's a dream inside these hands. BOTH: Before the first cry was heard, the pressure was already there. [OUTRO — BASS + DJ] MALE — SPOKEN: Maybe the question isn't only: "Why did he end up here?" Maybe it's: "How many times was the road closed before he got here?" [DJ SCRATCH] BASS SOLO. FEMALE — DISTANT: The ground still remembers.
