[INTRO – SPOKEN WORD OVER DRUMS] [DRUM BUILD – DJEMBE + 808] We used to build villages, now we build walls. Used to teach truth, now we teach "whatever." Used to stand firm, now we scroll forever. [DROP BEAT – HEAVY, SYNCOPATED – AGGRESSIVE ENTRANCE] --- VERSE 1 – RAPPER 1 (AFRO-CARIBBEAN CADENCE) We ghosted the truth, now we swipe on the lies, Hearts on mute, with our conscience fried. Kids in class like, "Why even try?" Morals on E and we wonder why. Mama prayed but we ain't listen, Trade the mission for submission To the screen glow — we dismissin’ Every check from the Spirit’s conviction. [TRIGGER SNARE ROLL – BUILD TENSION] TikTok theology, YouTube truth, All we preach now is “me and my mood.” No self-check, no elder proof, Just echo chambers in a digital booth. --- HOOK – RAPPER 2 (LATIN CADENCE – FAST, SYLLABIC) [REPEAT TWICE – AGGRESSIVE] We checking out – soul on silent, World on fire but we stay quiet. Truth's too hard? Then we deny it. No more roots, we just self-pilot. --- VERSE 2 – RAPPER 3 (DEEP, STEADY DELIVERY) We entertain while the culture decays, Streaming numbness, dopamine haze. We forgot how to feel, how to kneel, how to pray — Now it's just “live your truth,” then drift away. Man's lost touch with the weight of the Word, Trade gold for dust, redefine what’s absurd. No shepherd, no flock — just pixels and pride, No wounds confessed, just wounds we hide. [PERCUSSION BREAK – CONGAS + SNARES] Community’s dead, now it's tribe over truth, Echo what fits, cancel what roots. No elders, no ties, no faith in the booth, Just clickbait gods and a pleasure pursuit. --- HOOK – RAPPER 2 (LATIN CADENCE – ADD SYNCOPATED CLAPS) [REPEAT TWICE] We checking out – soul on silent, World on fire but we stay quiet. Truth's too hard? Then we deny it. No more roots, we just self-pilot. --- VERSE 3 – RAPPER 1 RETURNS (ANGRIER DELIVERY) Where’s the salt? Where’s the light? Where’s the watchmen in the night? Where’s the love that stands and fights, Not this passive “do what’s right”? Kids ain't dumb, they see the decay, They feel the void and drift away. No purpose, no cross, just vibes and play — And the church? Just meme clichés. [DRUM PAUSE – SILENCE, THEN DROP] Our fathers failed, our sons escape, Apathy wraps ‘em like a cape. No rebuke, no sacred shape — Just digital bread and moral rape. --- HOOK – RAPPER 2 + ALL JOIN (CALL-AND-RESPONSE STYLE) [REPEAT TWICE – SHOUTED BACKUP VOCALS] We checking out – soul on silent, World on fire but we stay quiet. Truth's too hard? Then we deny it. No more roots, we just self-pilot. --- OUTRO – RAPPER 3 (SPOKEN WORD, LOW BEAT) [SLOW DRUM PATTERN – HEARTBEAT-LIKE] They say in the last days, love grows cold... No counsel, no care — just control. We walk alone ‘cause we silenced the Word, Now the sound of apathy is all that's heard. --- [FINAL BAR – UNISON SHOUT] "WE CHECKED OUT. WHO CHECKS US?"
