[Intro – Whisper Flow] We bled before you were born, child, Our sins are your shadows, Our warnings ain’t sermons, They’re scars in the marrow. Hear us before you repeat us. --- [Verse 1] We carried chains heavier than gold, Dreams pawned off young just to die when we’re old. Watched concrete grow where the rivers once breathed, Watched men lose their names for the masks they believed. Every lesson we spit was paid in the flame, Every grave in the yard wears a family name. We saw prophets on corners with their lungs full of smoke, We saw preachers turn wolves when the money got broke. Child, don’t worship the spark in the neon light, It’ll blind both eyes and steal both nights. Your hunger is holy ‘til it feeds the machine, Your crown turns rust, your soul runs lean. We are echoes of the damage you ain’t met yet, We are warnings in the ink of the blood you’ll sweat. We whisper in the storm but the storm gets loud, Every lesson in the dirt is the voice of the crowd. --- [Hook] Listen close, child, the shadows still breathe, Every lie dressed in light will still make you bleed. We’ve been ghosts in the storm, we’ve been prey to the crown, What rises too fast always comes crashing down. The road ain’t mercy, the road ain’t kind, Every shortcut’s a trap in the labyrinth mind. If you don’t hear us now, you will hear us in pain, History don’t whisper — it screams your name. --- [Verse 2] I seen kings trade thrones for a one-night high, Queens break bones just to feel alive. The hunger of youth is a wildfire song, But the fire don’t care who it burns too long. We lit up the sky with electric lies, Chased gold in the dark with dollar signs in our eyes. Now our children chase smoke, call the poison a gift, But the river runs shallow when the stones all shift. We built towers of glass that shattered in war, Spoke peace with our mouths but kept knives in the drawer. We dressed wounds in silence, let the fever remain, Then cursed the young blood when they carried our pain. But child, don’t mistake our regret for defeat, It’s the rhythm of survival that drums in your beat. The faster you run, the closer the fall, Every empire’s built with its back to the wall. --- [Bridge – Spoken Cadence] We are not saints, We are not saviors, We are warnings wrapped in wrinkles, Time’s unpaid labor. Every scar on our hands is a map to the pit, Walk different than we did or you’ll drown in it. --- [Hook] Listen close, child, the shadows still breathe, Every lie dressed in light will still make you bleed. We’ve been ghosts in the storm, we’ve been prey to the crown, What rises too fast always comes crashing down. The road ain’t mercy, the road ain’t kind, Every shortcut’s a trap in the labyrinth mind. If you don’t hear us now, you will hear us in pain, History don’t whisper — it screams your name. --- [Verse 3] I remember the nights with the blood-red moon, Where the sirens sang louder than the radio tunes. Where friends turned ghosts in the haze of the smoke, Where hope cost more than the dreams we broke. Child, don’t let greed wear your mother’s face, Don’t chase every race like it’s fate you embrace. The system will grind you, swallow you whole, Trade your youth for a screen and your heart for control. The devil don’t shout, it moves smooth in your hands, A mirror, a pill, a contract, a brand. We danced with it blind, thought the fire was art, But the fire took houses, then it took hearts. We bled lessons in alleys, in wars, in the rain, Now we carve them in rhythm so you don’t feel the same. Take heed of the silence, take heed of the screams, Every warning is realer than the glow of your dreams. --- [Outro – Whisper Cadence] We ain’t prophets on pulpits, We’re the ruins you stand on, The echoes of mistakes, The ghosts you expand on. Hear us now, Or hear us too late, The future don’t bargain, It decides your fate. Every lie dressed in light still cuts like a blade, Don’t inherit our fire — let the ashes fade.
