A hard-hitting West Coast hip hop track that dives into the themes of imperialism and hypocrisy in Western society. With complex rhyme schemes and relatable street vocabulary, this song sheds light on the contradictions of a culture that claims to know it all while imposing its will on others. It's a powerful anthem for those who see through the facade.
(Short Instrumental Intro)
(Verse 1)
Yo, they say freedom rings like church bells, right?
But who’s the preacher when they preachin’ from a privileged height?
Got the world sittin’ on a pedestal, laughin’,
While they rollin’ through the East like kings in a chariot, fashion.
Claimin’ to uplift, but it’s oppression in disguise,
Got a hand on the globe, tellin' lies with their eyes.
Hypocrites in suits, policy's a dirty game,
Disguisin’ their imperialism behind sweet-talking flame.
(Hook)
West Coast livin’, but where’s the heart in the story?
Hypocrites wearin’ crowns, but they claim they’re glory.
Look at the land, taken, painted in red,
Fakin’ democracy while they trample the dead.
(Verse 2)
Runnin’ their mouths ‘bout the land of the free,
While they schemin’ and dreamin’ of the wealth for a fee.
Plantin' their flags like they ownin’ forever,
Constructin’ new walls but claimin' that they clever.
Tellin’ us we’re behind, but we got our own grind,
Navigatin’ the shadows, never blind to the signs.
They bringin’ in tech, call it progress, that’s a farce,
When they steal our roots, but then say they’ll help us start.
(Hook)
West Coast livin’, but where’s the heart in the story?
Hypocrites wearin’ crowns, but they claim they’re glory.
Look at the land, taken, painted in red,
Fakin’ democracy while they trample the dead.
(Verse 3)
Now we breakin’ the chains, reclaim our own fate,
No more sip of the poison they servin’ on a plate.
We rise from the ashes, let our voices collide,
No more swallowin' pride, ‘cause our hearts won’t divide.
This the fight for respect, not just lip service,
Wake up and smell the truth in every verse.
For every ten steps back, we livin’ proof,
That the West can’t forever hide behind the roof.
(Hook)
West Coast livin’, but where’s the heart in the story?
Hypocrites wearin’ crowns, but they claim they’re glory.
Look at the land, taken, painted in red,
Fakin’ democracy while they trample the dead.
(Outro)
So here we stand tall, not afraid to speak,
Break the cycle, find the strength in the weak.
Hypocrisy crumbles under the weight of our truth,
In the land of the brave, we reclaim our roots.
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Theme: (About how the west is imperialistic and hypocritical know it all).
Rhyme Scheme and Vocabulary: (Complex, street vocabulary and relatable).
Genre: (West Coast hip hop rap).
Structure: (Short Instrumental intro), (verse 1, Hook, verse 2, hook, verse 3, hook, outro).
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