[Intro]
Through these city streets, my pops' legacy bleeds
Fragments of jazz notes that nobody sees
Club owners counting stacks while the artists just freeze
Newark's forgotten voice lost in smoky degrees
[Verse 1]
They killed my father's dreams with their corporate schemes
Promised him bright lights but left him in dark scenes
Jazz flowing through his veins, but they drained him dry
Took his soul music, left him wondering why
These suits in their offices, acting so damn wise
While cultural vultures feast on our demise
Every note he played was a story untold
Now I'm digging through tapes, shit's starting to unfold
[Chorus]
Can't silence our rhythm, can't mute our pain
My father's broken dreams flow through my veins
Streets keep screaming but they close their ears
Been fighting this system for too many years
[Verse 2]
Downtown Newark, where the protests died
Where they turned our anger into their free ride
Systematic silence, methodical control
Take our raw expression, package it and roll
Found these old recordings, pops talking real low
To some suit who promised him a proper show
Now I understand why he stopped playing blues
When they strip your spirit, what else can you lose?
[Verse 3]
F*ck their fake empowerment, their controlled dissent
Their boardroom decisions on how our voice gets spent
Sampling these memories, making them alive
Through these beats and rhymes, our truth will survive
Every loop I make is resistance renewed
Every bar I spit got the ancestors' moves
This ain't just music, it's my father's ghost
Rising through speakers, making devils toast
[Outro]
Newark streets echo with unspoken dreams
While jazz notes bleed through corporate seams
But we still here, still making our sound
Can't kill our spirit, can't push us underground