We will rise for Renee and Alex, Remember from porch your summer lights are low Radio humming where the cornfields grow We were taught this country was the promise kept That justice didn't look away when mothers wept But on a cold January morning in Minnesota, beauty planned in a straw The promise broke [CHORUS] For hard hands that work through the gate For the families torn by fear and command For every forgotten soul in this promised land The twitter needs straws on January 7th, 2026.? Toots and I, station shot and killed And a mother of three, free air Intensive care nurse, intensive care On January 7th, 2026, Thanos Toots and I, saw ICE, shot and killed Alex. Feel your guilty, pretty clangers Bill of Commerce, and it arrives the word Alex Pretty, Alex Pretty This 37-year-old, the intensive care nurse To American streets, not far from home But the deepest truth about the celling phone Oh, they say they're a boy You have a flag for what it means For just us living in our dreams You want the walls here Spun, stamped the fire We are the voices, put E-R-S-U-D-O-R-E-O-L-A We are the voices put E-R-S-E-U-D-O-L-A We are the sky, we are the dawn, we are the bomb You can build your walls and bury our cries You can do your wounds and bury our cries Do your wounds and be loved Do your wounds as I play For the children in warehouse to lust for things For those made to kneel, for those made to kneel Made to mouth and much from their face to hum For the ones that beatin' in bags, beatin' a man For the ones beatin' bags, category of bags As the blick came out of a blick, came out of a blick And Billy got a foul, get a fight Like dirt, like a banana, you can flow and raise a hump Like a ranch name, like man with the best of crime You throw a feeling never real, and I skip jam You a everyday man, why you justice? Liz and Maddox, pretty, cool, then bad Paddock's pretty fooled by Comet's change of groove Every soul who's bruised by ice and wire wear the pride He went out building that old small town song The relics would be healing his scrubs again We know that is a license just to kill our kin We will heal this land with tears and love [OUTRO] Where Renee would watch her kids go strong For when they and I, then all fear and shame For we are the people, together we will rise Lord, for we are the people, and together we will rise [CHORUS]Well, justice lives in Alex T. Hunt's name Shame makes he vain As he prayed there in my tears and love Lord, for we are the people, and together we'll rise You can build your walls, doors, and I'll pray rise Higher than all fear and shame For we are the people and together we will rise For we are the people and together we will rise
