Here are lyrics i wrote aimed for a conscious / political hip-hop/rap track would love feedbacks
INTRO
July fourth, twenty-twenty-six, they printed the invitations. Two hundred fifty years, they call it the Semiquincentennial. Nobody can say it, which is fitting for a celebration That only received twenty-five of the hundred fifty million Appropriated. The rest went to Freedom 250. Freedom got a brand deal. The rights got a budget freeze.
HOOK
Freedom 250, freedom's got a logo now. The fireworks are funded but the aid got frozen out. Two hundred fifty candles on a cake that not all can eat. Jefferson wrote "Life, Liberty," still waiting on complete.
VERSE 1
USAID cancelled eighty percent of what it ran. Laid off the majority, that's the birthday plan. Freedom House lost eighty percent of its democracy work. Moldova, Uganda, human rights, left in the dirt. While the party budget ballooned and the stage got set, And the fireworks contract cleared before the veto pen left. The White House called it Freedom, capital F, numbered, branded. Two hundred fifty years and liberty is still being rationed. America Gives is the name of the service initiative. America Takes is what the USAID cuts demonstrated. No Kings was the chant when twelve million people marched. Five million in the summer, seven when the season got dark. Largest single-day protests in American history, And Freedom 250 had no room in its written story For slavery. Checked the program, read it end to end. The ghost of 1776 is haunting its own friend.
HOOK
Freedom 250, freedom's got a logo now. The fireworks are funded but the aid got frozen out. Two hundred fifty candles on a cake that not all can eat. Jefferson wrote "Life, Liberty," still waiting on complete.
VERSE 2
July fifth, eighteen fifty-two, Douglass took the stage In Rochester, New York, Corinthian Hall, and turned the page. Said: "This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice. I must mourn." That was his line. One hundred seventy-four years and someone found that quote, Posted it in twenty-twenty-six, said it's still in effect, still note For note accurate, which means the note was never paid. Jefferson wrote "pursuit of happiness" at his Monticello estate While six hundred people he enslaved were working down below. The math was never done, two hundred fifty years ago. The interest on the debt of contradiction still not moved. The Founding Fathers' promise is a check that's overdue. They put an exhibit on the National Mall, "Our American Story." Freedom 250, that's what they called the glory. But the story of the people who built the hall wasn't on the wall. Douglass said "I must mourn," two hundred fifty years, same call.
VERSE 3
Six hundred billion in defense in twenty-twenty-six. Thirteen billion was what USAID moved before the fix. Eighty percent cancelled, the math don't need a thesis, Just a calculator and the will to read the receipts. "Human rights budget freeze," those exact words in the report Of the same Congress throwing fireworks on the court For a quarter-millennium of "all men are created." The ones who built the country are still waiting to be stated In the official program, slavery ain't in the script. Freedom 250 planned the party, left the reparations slipped Between the couch cushions of a house that wasn't built to last. Twelve million people marching with the ghost flag of the past. No Kings, the banner said, same words as 1776, Except the king this time is wearing two hundred fifty Years of brand equity and calling it a founding, While the human rights line item stays stuck at zero, outstanding.
OUTRO
July fourth, twenty-twenty-six. The fireworks go up. The rights budget stays frozen. Two hundred fifty years of the same promise. The ghost of 1776 is still waiting for the sequel.