(They don’t care ‘bout us...) (I still rise though. Watch me.) Walked through flames with my head held high, Heard sirens sing more than lullabies. Mama had pain in her daily prayer, I wore trauma like it was tailored wear. I seen brothers fall with they hands up still, Lights flash red but the blood don’t chill. Tattooed hurt in my notebook lines, Now I spit hope where the chains unwind. Dreams got wings if you feed that sky, Truth don’t die even when we cry. Police lights flash, but I flash back harder From the block to the charts, I’m a self-made martyr. They don’t care ‘bout us, but we care still. Turn that pain to gold, turn that loss to will. Some things in life, you ain't meant to see But I saw it all, and I still believe. Rise with me, light don’t lie Even from the dirt, we touch the sky. From sirens to silence, I changed my call They tried to break me, but I seen it all. Seen it all…” echoes in harmony Got homies in graves, got scars in my song, But I walk with a rhythm that says I belong. Ain’t no badge define what I breathe inside, I made peace with my past, now I lead with pride. Grew up where justice never showed face, So I made my truth in a stolen space. Every “no” they threw, I turned to a gate, Kicked down the door, now I radiate. I’m more than a stat or a protest sign, I’m the reason hope still learns to rhyme. No lie, I bled on that pavement raw, But I built from pain what the world calls law. They don’t see us… but we see through. They don’t feed us… but we grew. They don’t hear us… but we speak. They don't fear us… 'til we peak. Still here, still loud, still proud, still deep If I gotta stand alone, then I stand elite. They don’t care ‘bout us, but we care still. Turn that pain to gold, turn that loss to will. Some things in life, you ain't meant to see But I saw it all, and I still believe. Rise with me, light don’t lie Even from the dirt, we touch the sky. From sirens to silence, I changed my call They tried to break me, but I seen it all. “Seen it all… seen it all… seen it all…” They don’t care ‘bout us… But we care. We build. We win. West Side. Produced by marz/ dxl
