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Duce All
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December 10, 2025
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Lyrics
[Chorus]
Still, the same concrete jungle, ain't nothin' changed.
Still, the heavy hand of hatred, rearranging the game.
They try to wash the past away, say we still free.
But the mirror shows the trauma still starin' back at me.
[Verse 1]
Check the mic, one two, still breathin' the smog of the West Coast,
But the cold steel of the state is the thing I fear the most.
Twenty-five years deep, and the lessons ain't learned yet,
Hand on the wheel, prayin' I don't catch that final cassette.
They talk about a colorblind country, where the shackles are dust,
But the system is rigged, built on suspicion and a broken trust.
See the fear in the eyes of my young son chasin' a dream?
They profile his silhouette, shatter the vibrant theme.
From the concrete to the court, the same verdict they assignin',
Gave us crumbs of freedom while our futures kept declinin'.
They threw a few dollars our way, called it 'progress,' ain't that a joke?
When the air we breathe still smells like the same prejudice smoke.
They claim the struggle's over, that's a lie they sellin' you, chief.
The new plantation's hidden, underneath the mortgage deed and the grief.
So I pour out a little liquor, for the future they stole,
And rock this G-Funk anthem for the souls they don't wanna enroll. STILL.
[Chorus]
Still, the same concrete jungle, ain't nothin' changed.
Still, the heavy hand of hatred, rearranging the game.
They try to wash the past away, say we still free.
But the mirror shows the trauma still starin' back at me.
[Verse 2]
Check the fine print, peep the contract they slid across the table,
They sellin' the dream of success, but the foundation's unstable.
Talkin' equality of opportunitythat's a beautiful myth,
When the tax brackets dictate the knowledge a young mind is gifted with.
They brainwashing' the schools, short-changin' the futures we buildin'
While pumpin' propaganda through the screens to the children.
Flip on the news, what they pushin'? The narrative is fixed:
Still paintin' the picture of thugs and pushers, the negative mix.
They sensationalize the violence, ignore the root of the pain,
Distractin' the masses while the whole system still in chains.
See us as statistics, not souls, not fathers, not poets,
Just numbers they can manipulate, 'til the whole realm knows it.
They gave us a vote, but they gerrymander the map,
The same politicians promise change, then fall into the trap.
I ain't waitin' for redemption from the hands that oppressed,
This ain't a cry for pity, this a promise to never rest. STILL.
[Bridge]
Yeah... Listen close, brother, sister, can you feel the heat?
This ain't about black and white, it's about justice on the street.
It's the exhaustion in your mother's eyes after working two jobs just to cope,
It's the feeling of drownin', while they tellin' you to grab a cheap rope.
They want us divided, consumed by the petty squabbles,
Keep us focused on the symptom, while the sickness wobbles.
But look around you, we got the power in our unity,
Don't let their hatred steal your fire, or your community.
[Verse 3]
Time to peel back the veneer, time to snatch back the crown,
We ain't beggin' for respect, we just tearin' the weak structures down.
I see the pain, but I also see the passion, the fire in the youth,
Tired of the lies, standin' shoulder to shoulder, demandin' the truth.
They can't lock up a movement, they can't silence the spirit, believe me.
Every beat of this drum is a promise that we won't leave easy.
If the ballot box is broken, then the streets become the pulpit,
This struggle is inherited, we refuse to let the hatred kill it.
Remember the faces, the names, the history they tried to erase,
Turn that anger into action, put a smile on your righteous face!
We rebuildin' the village, we educatin' the young minds right now,
The new resistance is here, ain't got time for a pathetic bow.
Still a warrior, still a poet, still a voice for
