“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.