**[Verse 1]** From my eyes it’s mixed blood, white-boy stare, old dirt in the bone, I don’t rent this ground and I don’t ask to be left alone. I watch y’all preach privilege while the same mill I was born under Turns new bodies into cheap work and slaps “hope” on the plunder. I don’t buy the bedtime story — slavery didn’t die, it rewrapped, I see the same hands on the crate, same profit off the trap. I watched ‘em flood the floor, flood the schools, flood the wage till it cracked, Then I watched ‘em scream hate the second I pointed at the fact. I don’t hate the people in the line — I hate the ones who drew it, The architects who treat my country like a motel and pocket through it. From where I stand, sovereignty’s a lock I still put on the frame, I leave that door wide and I know exactly who changes the name. **[Hook]** I see the engine never died, just rebranded the chain, Same whip, new slogan, same blood I keep clocking in the drain. I’m walking through it — I don’t blink, I don’t kneel, I count every tooth in the gear while they argue what’s real. No holds from my mouth, no filter, no watch my tone, I live in the cheap seats of the slaughterhouse I call home. **[Verse 2]** I don’t kneel to a sky daddy, I don’t swallow the myth, But I still see the West that set the table they spit on and flip. I watched ‘em burn the steeple, rewrite the kid, import the storm, Then I watched ‘em play shocked when the block didn’t match the form. I see robots in the hangar, drones cutting sky, labor kept cheap, I see the spare-parts class sleepwalking straight into the meat. From my clock, twenty-twenty-nine ain’t a movie I stream, It’s the year I feel kicking the door in on the dream. I carry empathy in the chest and winter in the stare, I feel every turn of that wheel and I still don’t care to be fair. I don’t need a pulpit to read it — the pattern sits in my face, Either I clock the machine or I end up the feast in this place. **[Hook]** I see the engine never died, just rebranded the chain, Same whip, new slogan, same blood I keep clocking in the drain. I’m walking through it — I don’t blink, I don’t kneel, I count every tooth in the gear while they argue what’s real. No holds from my mouth, no filter, no watch my tone, I live in the cheap seats of the slaughterhouse I call home. **[Verse 3]** Don’t sell me compassion — I already know that bait, I see the same class own the docks, the church, and the state. They call me Nazi for wanting a line that actually holds, While I watch ‘em fly over camps they financed with withheld gold. I ain’t here to hug the wound or make the world look clean, I’m here to say the quiet part from my mouth, ugly and mean. I’m proud of the blood I got, proud of the dirt I stand, proud of the fight, I ain’t sorry the picture’s filthy when I cut the light. They can cancel my language — they can’t cancel what I count, I still see the engine turning. I’m just mapping my route. **[Hook]** I see the engine never died, just rebranded the chain, Same whip, new slogan, same blood I keep clocking in the drain. I’m walking through it — I don’t blink, I don’t kneel, I count every tooth in the gear while they argue what’s real. No holds from my mouth, no filter, no watch my tone, I live in the cheap seats of the slaughterhouse I call home.
