Cipher Citizen- The Price of Freedom

Lyrical political Boom Bap Immortal Technique style rap, Male Latino Voice

V6-MINI

[Intro – Spoken Word]
Cipher Citizen…
They tell us the economy is recovering.
But recovering for who?
The working man is still calculating groceries against gasoline.
The immigrant is still looking over his shoulder.
And the people who built these communities are being treated like strangers.
This is for the people.
Fuck ICE!
Not the people. The policies that separate families.
Let the beat breathe…
[Verse 1 – The Working-Class Equation]
I calculate survival with a calculator of pain,
Paycheck disappears before it ever hits the bank.
Gas tank on E, but the rent's on the rise,
They say the numbers look good while we're drowning in the price.
Corporate profits climb while the blue-collar worker's bleeding,
Politicians sell a dream, but the people aren't receiving.
A dollar buys less, every grocery trip's a lesson,
Inflation isn't theoretical when you're counting every possession.
I'm a product of the struggle, every syllable's a witness,
They put a price on existence, then they wonder why we're restless.
Working double shifts, still the balance doesn't balance,
While the suits discuss the economy from a palace.
You can measure GDP, but can you measure desperation?
Can you graph a father's fear when he can't afford the medication?
Can you quantify the stress when the children need a meal?
Or the dignity of labor when the minimum ain't real?
[Hook – Boom Bap Chant]
Fuck ICE! Let the families live!
Support La Raza, give the people what they give!
From the barrio to the city, let the unity rise,
No human being illegal in the eyes of human rights.
Fuck ICE! We ain't backing down!
For the mothers and the fathers being torn from their towns.
We demand due process, dignity, and peace,
Cipher Citizen speaking for the people in the streets!
[Verse 2 – Political Chopper / Technical Flow]
See the architecture of power, how the policies are drafted,
How the poor become statistics while the wealthy get exemptions.
Displacement, incarceration, separation as a tactic,
Then they blame the very people who are caught inside the traffic.
I see families in the shadows, generations in the labor,
Picking crops, building houses, serving tables for their neighbors.
Essential when convenient, then disposable by morning,
They celebrate the contribution while the deportation's forming.
Fuck the fear-based politics, the scapegoat and division,
The manufactured enemies designed to blur the vision.
A badge doesn't erase the Constitution or a face,
And authority without accountability is power out of place.
I don't need to hate a person just to challenge an institution,
I can question every policy and demand a resolution.
Due process, human dignity, the law applied with care,
No child should have to wonder if their parents will be there.
[Verse 3 – La Raza / Conscious Rap]
La Raza, levantate, let the people understand,
Our strength is in the culture and the work of every hand.
From the farmworker's labor to the teacher in the class,
From the mechanic fixing engines to the mother raising glass—
Of dreams for her children, of a future without fear,
Of a country where the promise isn't limited by your years.
Brown and proud, but our pride ain't built on hate,
It's built on education, solidarity, and faith.
Aztlán in the memory, our ancestors in the story,
We carry generations, not a costume or a glory.
Don't let them turn the neighbor into somebody to despise,
When the real conversation is who's profiting from the divide.
Black, Brown, immigrant, working class, unite,
Different histories, same demand to live right.
No more feeding division while the working people fracture,
We can disagree politically and still protect each other.
[Bridge – Spoken Word / Vinyl Scratch]
“Who pays the price?”
The worker.
“Who feels the squeeze?”
The family.
“Who deserves dignity?”
Everybody.
“What do we demand?”
Justice. Accountability. Human rights.
DJ scratch: “La Raza… La Raza… Unite!”
[Verse 4 – Final Lyrical Assault]
I'm Cipher Citizen, pen sharper than a headline,
Dissecting every talking point, exposing every fault line.
I don't worship politicians, I examine what they do,
If the policy hurts the people, then the people should review.
The gas pump is a reminder that the system has a cost,
Every mile to work is another dollar lost.
But the spirit of the barrio isn't measured by a fee,
It's the hands that build tomorrow and the right to just be free.
Let the children learn their language, let the elders tell the truth,
Let the undocumented mother raise her family without fear of removal.
Let the working class demand what their labor should provide,
Let the people stand together with their dignity intact.
No kings in the neighborhood, no fear inside the home,
No family should be shattered just because they aren't alone.
From the 805 to every barrio across the land,
Human rights aren't a privilege handed out by command.
[Final Hook – Full Crew Chant]
Fuck ICE! Let the families live!
Support La Raza, give the people what they give!
From the barrio to the city,

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[Intro – Spoken Word] Cipher Citizen… They tell us the economy is recovering. But recovering for who? The working man is still calculating groceries against gasoline. The immigrant is still looking over his shoulder. And the people who built these communities are being treated like strangers. This is for the people. Fuck ICE! Not the people. The policies that separate families. Let the beat breathe… [Verse 1 – The Working-Class Equation] I calculate survival with a calculator of pain, Paycheck disappears before it ever hits the bank. Gas tank on E, but the rent's on the rise, They say the numbers look good while we're drowning in the price. Corporate profits climb while the blue-collar worker's bleeding, Politicians sell a dream, but the people aren't receiving. A dollar buys less, every grocery trip's a lesson, Inflation isn't theoretical when you're counting every possession. I'm a product of the struggle, every syllable's a witness, They put a price on existence, then they wonder why we're restless. Working double shifts, still the balance doesn't balance, While the suits discuss the economy from a palace. You can measure GDP, but can you measure desperation? Can you graph a father's fear when he can't afford the medication? Can you quantify the stress when the children need a meal? Or the dignity of labor when the minimum ain't real? [Hook – Boom Bap Chant] Fuck ICE! Let the families live! Support La Raza, give the people what they give! From the barrio to the city, let the unity rise, No human being illegal in the eyes of human rights. Fuck ICE! We ain't backing down! For the mothers and the fathers being torn from their towns. We demand due process, dignity, and peace, Cipher Citizen speaking for the people in the streets! [Verse 2 – Political Chopper / Technical Flow] See the architecture of power, how the policies are drafted, How the poor become statistics while the wealthy get exemptions. Displacement, incarceration, separation as a tactic, Then they blame the very people who are caught inside the traffic. I see families in the shadows, generations in the labor, Picking crops, building houses, serving tables for their neighbors. Essential when convenient, then disposable by morning, They celebrate the contribution while the deportation's forming. Fuck the fear-based politics, the scapegoat and division, The manufactured enemies designed to blur the vision. A badge doesn't erase the Constitution or a face, And authority without accountability is power out of place. I don't need to hate a person just to challenge an institution, I can question every policy and demand a resolution. Due process, human dignity, the law applied with care, No child should have to wonder if their parents will be there. [Verse 3 – La Raza / Conscious Rap] La Raza, levantate, let the people understand, Our strength is in the culture and the work of every hand. From the farmworker's labor to the teacher in the class, From the mechanic fixing engines to the mother raising glass— Of dreams for her children, of a future without fear, Of a country where the promise isn't limited by your years. Brown and proud, but our pride ain't built on hate, It's built on education, solidarity, and faith. Aztlán in the memory, our ancestors in the story, We carry generations, not a costume or a glory. Don't let them turn the neighbor into somebody to despise, When the real conversation is who's profiting from the divide. Black, Brown, immigrant, working class, unite, Different histories, same demand to live right. No more feeding division while the working people fracture, We can disagree politically and still protect each other. [Bridge – Spoken Word / Vinyl Scratch] “Who pays the price?” The worker. “Who feels the squeeze?” The family. “Who deserves dignity?” Everybody. “What do we demand?” Justice. Accountability. Human rights. DJ scratch: “La Raza… La Raza… Unite!” [Verse 4 – Final Lyrical Assault] I'm Cipher Citizen, pen sharper than a headline, Dissecting every talking point, exposing every fault line. I don't worship politicians, I examine what they do, If the policy hurts the people, then the people should review. The gas pump is a reminder that the system has a cost, Every mile to work is another dollar lost. But the spirit of the barrio isn't measured by a fee, It's the hands that build tomorrow and the right to just be free. Let the children learn their language, let the elders tell the truth, Let the undocumented mother raise her family without fear of removal. Let the working class demand what their labor should provide, Let the people stand together with their dignity intact. No kings in the neighborhood, no fear inside the home, No family should be shattered just because they aren't alone. From the 805 to every barrio across the land, Human rights aren't a privilege handed out by command. [Final Hook – Full Crew Chant] Fuck ICE! Let the families live! Support La Raza, give the people what they give! From the barrio to the city,

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