
šµ āThe Will of the Peopleā (West Coast Flow) (Beat: slow G-funk bassline, synth strings, warm California sun in the background) [Intro] Yeah⦠This that voice from the block to the Hill, From the shop floor to the Capitol build. True Rep Movement ā we aināt playinā no game, Itās the peopleās name, no lobby, no chain. [Verse 1] Yo, Iām talkinā five hundred deep, all workinā class, No suits, no PACs, no snakes in the grass. From the mill towns, bus lines, night shift crews, To the single moms hustlinā just to buy them shoes. We the backbone, baby, the real foundation, Been ignored by the so-called representation. They talk unity, but they sell division, TRM came through, now we changinā the vision. [Hook] This the will of the people, the truth on the rise, No donor in the pocket, no lobby disguise. When we vote, we decide, let the Congress comply, Itās that True Representation, keep your power where it lies. [Verse 2] They said itās just theory, we said ānah, we actinā,ā We buildinā that app, yo, the code exactinā. Episdemos, baby ā encrypted, clean, Let the workers make the laws, keep the conscience lean. No party ties, no puppet strings, We the ones who fix real things. Bills so long, but AI break āem down, Now we know whatās goinā on when they vote downtown. [Bridge] Maineās where we test it ā that second district, Rank choice ballot, the vibeās realistic. No spoiler fears, we free the line, Independent minds on independent time. [Hook] This the will of the people, the truth on the rise, No donor in the pocket, no lobby disguise. When we vote, we decide, let the Congress comply, Itās that True Representation, keep your power where it lies. [Verse 3] Corporate cats get nervous when we talk like this, āCause justice for the many mean we cut they grift. Media scared ācause the people might think, And when the truth go viral, yo, they start to blink. No labels, no handlers, we the voice unbought, Two terms max ā yo, thatās the plot. Not a career, itās a service, straight to the core, When the people say āyea,ā thatās what we vote for. [Outro] From the docks to the diners, we all in the mix, From the dreamers and the grinders to the folks in the sticks. We aināt waitinā for permission or a headline spin, We the swarn strong ā let democracy begin. (Scratch outro) š¶ āTrue Representation⦠representation⦠of the peopleā¦ā š¶

