Bulletproof Frequencies

[Intro] They tried to silence us… But every wound became a weapon. Every scar is a verse. Every heartbeat, a w*r drum. This is bulletproof frequency… you can’t k**l the sound. [Verse 1] I came from the ashes, lungs full of smoke, Mama held me tight when the system broke. City lights flicker on a stomach that’s empty, Prayed for a meal, but the demons still tempt me. They said *stay quiet*, I screamed through the bars, Writing letters to myself underneath the scars. Dreams too heavy for a cage to contain, So I carved my destiny inside the vein. Every backstab taught me how to stitch, Every loss flipped pain into power I grip. I don’t bow to the chains, I ignite in the dark, I’m a phoenix with a pistol hidden under my heart. [Hook] Bulletproof frequencies, rise through the static, Turn pain to an anthem, struggle to magic. You can’t bury this voice, it was born underground, I’m the storm, I’m the flame, I’m the weapon in sound. [Verse 2] They profit off prisons, they profit off pain, But I profit off vision that they can’t contain. From the corner to the stage, I reversed my fate, Now I write with the fire that they tried to erase. Look — I seen brothers fall, chasing gold in the gutter, I seen mothers cry, hands shaking in the hunger. But the chain’s gonna break when the mind goes free, And the soul’s too loud for the eye to see. Every “no” that I heard put the steel in my spine, Every night on the floor made the stage divine. Now I spit for the ones never heard, never known, Your pain ain’t wasted, it’s a seed that’s grown. [Bridge] They told us to quit. They told us we’d never be more than the struggle. But we turned every broken night… into fire. And fire spreads. [Final Verse] I’m the echo of the fallen, the cry of the street, The prayer of a child with no shoes on his feet. The fist of the worker, the song of the slave, The light of tomorrow for the ones in the grave. No empire built can erase this tongue, No bullet can silence the breath in my lungs. I’m the proof, I’m the truth, when the system denies, Every scar on my skin is a star in the skies. [Final Hook] Bulletproof frequencies, rise through the static, Turn pain to an anthem, struggle to magic. You can’t bury this voice, it was born underground, I’m the storm, I’m the flame, I’m the weapon in sound. Bulletproof! Bulletproof! We are bulletproof! [Outro] Can’t k**l the sound… It lives in us.