[Verse] They scribble lies in the margins of our cries, Tear the tongues from the brave, leave silence where truth dies. Chains on the airwaves, locked up the free minds, A muzzle for the masses, a noose for the rhymes. The crowd hums low, the beat fights the glow, Truth’s a flicker in the shadows, but we won't let it go. [Prechorus] Ashes of the ink, embers of the pen, They fear the words, but we'll speak 'em again. [Chorus] Freedom ain't dead—it's hiding, unbowed! Lift your voice, make it loud, make it loud! We the people, we the sound, They can't chain the voices unbound! Sing it now, sing it proud, sing it now! [Verse 2] Their flags wave high, while the truth gets buried, Liberty’s corpse in a coffin they carried. Cameras on the corner, lies in the air, They censor the brave, 'cause they’re too scared to care. We the ink-stained, blood-rained, unsilenced defiance, Writing freedom on the walls, sparking a riot. [Prechorus] Ashes of the ink, embers of the pen, They fear the words, but we'll speak 'em again. [Chorus] Freedom ain't dead—it's hiding, unbowed! Lift your voice, make it loud, make it loud! We the people, we the sound, They can't chain the voices unbound! Sing it now, sing it proud, sing it now!
