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“Same Fire, New Flame”
- [Verse 1 –Rage Ignited]
- By a measure of insanity, I’m lifting the bar to infinity.
- Living in poverty showed me a lack of liberty.
- Lady Liberty?
- She can keep her torch—her flame don’t burn for me.
- Just another symbol that’s spiritually empty.
- This movement feels stuck in a loop for eternity.
- Fists fly back, but the badge claims immunity.
- Fighting to hold systems accountable,
- While power protects the irresponsible.
- They lie, then hide, all the while institutionally unified.
- Pushing stereotypes with every broadcast,
- Encroaching like shadows with badges and masks.
- Special units roam like gangs,
- Cleats stomping peaches—they don’t ask names.
- [Chorus –Can’t Be Fooled]
- You think this ain’t staged?
- All this rage didn’t just come from a cage.
- They poke the pain, then call it insane—
- Label it “riot,” but they lit the flame.
- Gas and batons, they bring the war,
- But blame the poor for keeping score.
- You can’t fool me with the same old game.
- This is the same fire—
- Now meet the new flame.
- [Verse 2 –Real Ones Know]
- They’ve got nothing to lose,
- Following orders like it’s some kind of cruise.
- Can’t solve crimes, so they cuff the confused,
- Then hit the bar to drink and snooze.
- Calling protestors violent when curfews are breached,
- But tear gas starts it all while peace is preached.
- Then the fire starts—guess who gets framed?
- They call it BLM, but they’re playing their own game.
- It’s all designed, baiting the flame.
- They provoke, then blame.
- And you still think this ain’t arranged?
- [Bridge –Pushback]
- I sharpen my blade—not for blood,
- But to cut the cord of falsehoods they flood.
- Rage becomes method—
- A voice they can’t muzzle, a presence they dread.
- I’m not here for fame or name—
- I’m here to change what’s twisted and maimed.
- If they want war, then give it back.
- Not with fists, but with facts they can’t hack.
- You label me mad—I call it focus.
- You call me extreme—I call it ferocious.
- This isn’t a phase, this isn’t a fad—
- It’s the backlash from decades they never had.
- [Chorus –Can’t Be Fooled]
- You think this ain’t staged?
- All this rage didn’t just come from a cage.
- They poke the pain, then call it insane—
- Label it “riot,” but they lit the flame.
- Gas and batons, they bring the war,
- But blame the poor for keeping score.
- You can’t fool me with the same old game.
- This is the same fire—
- Now meet the new flame.
- [Outro –Truth Hurts]
- You called it peace while loading the clips.
- You called it order while breaking our ribs.
- Now the masks are off—
- We see the game.
- Truth won’t back down,
- It’ll speak your name.
- So sit with your fear and remember the claim:
- This fire?
- We didn’t start it.
- But we’re sure as hell not playing tame.
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