One, two—one, two, three, four! [Intro] [Verse 1] They stamp your file, they shut the door, Then blame your shoes for the broken floor. A cheap suit sneers, a rule says “wait,” While rent climbs up and the clock runs late. You learned to fix what they throw away, You learned three languages, you learned to stay. They call you small; they call you done— But every skill can sound like one! [Chorus] Raise your brand-new machine gun, Load your hands with what you know! No real bullets—just your brilliance, Aim it where the hard lines grow! When they shove us to the edges, When they tell us we don’t belong, Every talent, every voice— Turn the pressure into song! [Verse 2] You stitch a seam; you mend a coat, You make a whole room hear one note. You read the forms they hoped you’d miss, You cook a meal from scraps like this. You draw the map, you fix the bike, You stand beside the kid they strike With words that cut and rules that bend— We make a wall; we make a friend! [Chorus] Raise your brand-new machine gun, Load your hands with what you know! No real bullets—just your brilliance, Aim it where the hard lines grow! When they shove us to the edges, When they tell us we don’t belong, Every talent, every voice— Turn the pressure into song! [Breakdown] Not a weapon for the wounded— Not a threat against a face! It’s a craft, a skill, a stubborn spark, A way to take our place! No one fights this thing alone! No one stands outside! Pass the tools, share what you’ve learned— Make the locked doors swing wide! [Chorus] Raise your brand-new machine gun, Load your hands with what you know! No real bullets—just your brilliance, Aim it where the hard lines grow! For the mocked, ignored, and cornered, For the ones they count out wrong, Every talent, every voice— Turn the pressure into song! Raise it up! Raise it up! Every skill belongs! [Outro] One, two—one, two, three, four! We’re not asking anymore!
