
Redacted Wrath
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- hardcore hip hop
- political hip hop
- 2020s
- boom bap
- conscious hip hop
- trap
Lyrics
Verse 1
Locked files
Eyes tied shut, redacted lines
They say classified
But which side do you stand for, when the status lies?
Kids caught in crossfire, innocence taken
While they’re shaking hands, tax dollars fatten appetites
Private jets spin out through clouds, towers glare
Senators sipping summer—bills burn, truth never aired
One question
Where’s protection?
Who they saving, who they caging, who’s collecting on deception?
Maybe you’re silent when the children cry
Maybe the wolves circled, and you watched them from behind
Systematic sellout
Line my rage with facts—hollow men, fat checks, stripped with the mask
Pretend it’s patriotism, just profit—backdoor plans enacted
I see your hands in pockets, hear your hymns, hollow as absence
Chorus
We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir
We demand answers—burn down the liars
While you hide what the papers say—bleed our hopes dry
Sayin you serve, but you serve yourself, why?
We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir
Return what you stole—rage rides the wire
Post-Chorus
Shadows shape, the words decay
Secrets stain, gone astray
Shadows shape, the words decay
Angry choir—let em pray
Verse 2
Public trust is poison sucked from the well
Anaphora: Same sorry faces. Same stench of wealth. Same clutch on secrets, defending the strong
Kids go hungry in winter, tax breaks belong to the wrong
One choice—fight back or slip into the searchlight
No apology for anger, this betrayal’s my birthright
They hide dollars behind doctrine, flags over facts
Thirty years, same men bluff, while futures get taxed
I don’t care who you quote, 'cause the bodies stack
Epistrophe: You plead for peace, but profit never brings peace
You preach to screens, but honesty’s off the screen
I won’t let your denial define the mean
Chorus
We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir
We demand answers—burn down the liars
While you hide what the papers say—bleed our hopes dry
Sayin you serve, but you serve yourself, why?
We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir
Return what you stole—rage rides the wire
Post-Chorus
Shadows shape, the words decay
Secrets stain, gone astray
Shadows shape, the words decay
Angry choir—let em pray
Bridge
Alliteration: Hushed halls, hidden harm
Anaphora: Not for the children, not for the mothers, not for the bruised
You play the martyr in tailored suits
Count your wins, choke on truth
Ledger heavy, hands unclean
Show receipts, show scars unseen
History breathes out names you refuse
Can’t cloud the sunrise
Can’t buy our silence
Chorus
We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir
We demand answers—burn down the liars
While you hide what the papers say—bleed our hopes dry
Sayin you serve, but you serve yourself, why?
We scream out—raise the voices, riot choir
Return what you stole—rage rides the wire
Post-Chorus
Shadows shape, the words decay
Secrets stain, gone astray
Shadows shape, the words decay
Angry choir—let em pray
Outro
Let them pray
Let them pray again
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