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We Return From Fighting

By ErnestoKade
3 Plays
[Intro] News on the TV, I turned down the sound, Talkin’ ‘bout a strait, a flag, a mission, boots on the ground. In the next room, my kids are sleepin’ tight, So E.K ‘bout to give you the sound tonight. [Verse] Left the block, cleaned up my name, Wife, kids, a job, ain’t the same. Mornin’s at the plant, nights by their bed, Raised ’em so they’d never lower their head. Now they want ’em in a uniform, far from the Chi, far from home, After all I ran from, they takin’ my kids for a war that ain’t our own, on God. My granddad left, they told him “over there you’ll be a man,” He came back, the streets reminded him where he stand. We return. We return from fighting. We return fighting. They sent ’em across the ocean to go chase freedom’s sound, The name the enemy gave ’em, they wore it like a crown. They pinned medals on their chests, talkin’ ‘bout honor, While down South they were tyin’ ropes, bringin’ horror. We return. We return from fighting. We return fighting. [Verse] While Berlin marched in line, he ran through every race, The world stood up and clapped, FDR played it cool, wouldn’t show his face. They opened a goddamn door, but the one in the back, Service elevator, medals ‘round his neck, that’s a fact. We return. We return from fighting. We return fighting. A rose on a bus, they told her get out the way, She stayed rooted, the whole city bent that day. A whole people walked to water her with their feet, When the law finally bloomed, she’d been there on that seat. We return. We return from fighting. We return fighting. [Solo] [Verse] Red was his name before, a different summer’s red, He gave it back like a debt, one letter instead. A journey opened the world, his eyes changed side, A Harlem hall, red again, too close, nowhere to hide. We return. We return from fighting. We return fighting. Washington at his feet, a whole people marchin’ for their rights, While a man in the shadows listens to every voice, every night. Hoover keep a file heavier than the dream, A balcony in Memphis, that’s the end of the scene. We return. We return from fighting. We return fighting. [Outro] America in billions of pixels, All the colors on the screen, Democracy, power, it’s all artificial, ’Cause the damn movie of life stays black and white, Democracy, Power, it’s all artificial, movie of life, Black and white. Written, composed and produced by ErnestoKade. Released by Tiple Sound Records.

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Hip-Hop/Rap
Released 10/15/26, 4m 5s