🎤 “COLD EVIDENCE (CHANT VERSION)” (Call – low, steady) Who they protect? Not us. Who they serve? Not us. (Beat drop – chant rhythm) Cold. As. ICE. Cold. As. ICE. (Spoken Verse) Tear gas in the living room— That ain’t crowd control, that’s war Kids choking where cartoons played Tell me what that badge for Black father on the ground, hands up Citizen, born here, still “suspect” Brown mother screaming for her baby They say “procedure,” we say disrespect They don’t gas gated neighborhoods They don’t raid where the rich sleep Same color, same zip codes Same bodies they sweep This researched. This repeated. This documented harm. Patterns loud when truth tired You can’t call that random (Chant) Say their names— FAMILIES. Say their truth— INNOCENT. Say who’s targeted— BLACK. BROWN. Say who’s hurting— CHILDREN. Cold. As. ICE. Cold. As. ICE. (Spoken Verse 2) They call her out her name To make cruelty feel normal They strip dignity first So the violence feel formal Non-lethal my ass when lungs collapse When trauma outlive the raid When a kid flinch at sirens Years after they “made a mistake” You can write reports You can fund studies But pain don’t need peer review Heaven got the footage And God already see you (Bridge – slowed, heavy) God don’t gas families God don’t cage the free God don’t confuse justice With authority You can hide behind shields Hide behind law But you can’t outrun truth When the books get sawed (Final Chant – crowd style) Who they target? BLACK AND BROWN. Who they silence? RIGHT NOW. Who remembers? WE DO. Who judges? GOD DO. Cold. As. ICE. (Outro – whispered) This for every family hit with gas. Every citizen detained “by mistake.” Every child who learned fear before freedom. We see you. We speak you. We don’t forget.his ain’t rumor… This researched pain. This ain’t opinion… This documented strain. (Verse 1) They call it operations, say “crowd control” But the gas burn lungs, strip breath from the soul Tear gas clouds in a family space Black skin, brown skin, same target place Children coughing, eyes on fire Mama screaming, baby getting weaker They say “non-lethal,” say “by the book” But the book never mention the lives they took Studies say patterns don’t lie Same neighborhoods, every time Hispanic blocks, Black front doors Rarely see it where the rich sleep warm (Hook) Cold as ice, yeah, colder than proof They weaponize force then bury the truth(Bridge) God see patterns men try to blur He hear the coughs, he know the slur You can’t gas truth, can’t detain cries He don’t need research to hear who’s targeted Every tear got color, every pain got face And heaven record time and place (Hook) Cold as ice, yeah, colder than steel You can’t footnote what these families feel Black and brown lungs burned by “law” But justice don’t choke—she keep score
