Shadows Awaken

in the shadows of the system we awake eyes wide hearts heavy but spirits unbroken this is for the dreamers fighting silent wars yeah eyes wide hearts heavy but spirits unbroken this is for the dreamers fighting silent wars born in the cracks where the concrete on war where the concrete don't crack dreams defer future stacked like a trap whispers of promise turn the echoes of lack chasing illusions while the powerful clap blind chain to the grind soul screaming for air inequalities venom injected unfed from the cradle to the cage they script all despair but deep in the fire i find fuel to declare multitudes march in the rhythm of pain voices rising like thunder through pouring rain no more kneeling to kings on invisible thrones we're all in the same place we're all in the same place we're all in the same place we carve our own paths from these brittle bones no more kneeling to kings on invisible thrones we carve our own paths from these brittle bones rise up chin the rhythm of thin voices rising like let the two pouring rain no more kneeling to kings on this infinite pit we reclaim the narrative brick by brick rise up awaken the fire within break the chains let the truth begin empower the laws heal the hidden sin we are the change yeah we always win we are the change yeah we always win rise up no more silence in the storm unity's power in our hearts is born from the ashes we climb transform reborn pause for a breath in the chaos we face spirit whispers find grace in the space in a temple where the healing takes place forgive the fractures embrace the embrace no gods but the strength that we cultivate personal growth in the trials we never navigate from self-doubt's dungeon to freedom's gate no activist ignites in the veins of the youth communities converge speaking ultimate truth education reform from the roots to the roof no more illusions we demand living proof empowerment echoes through every hood's call political puppets watch empires fall we build from the broken stand proud and tall conscious elective answering the call metaphors manifesting in the moves that we make rhymes like revolutions no room for the fake future's ours to author no stakes too high in this conscious float we touch the sky rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up rise up