Culls

{"lyrics":"[intro]\nOoh-ooh, ah-ah, hey-ya\nOoh-ooh, ah-ah, hey-ya (hey-ya)\n\n[verse]\nHe built a podium out of promises, gold-flecked and bright\nSmiled for the newcomers, said \"I'll make it right\"\nMaps of a safer Redmont, plastered over every wall\nBut the ledger's got red lines that counter every call\nHe says \"For the people,\" loud enough to drown the doubt\nBut the rules he writes are cages dressed in clout\nSmall shops trade their keys for a future sold in notes\nWhile the banners wave above the ones who can't vote\n\n[pre-chorus]\nWe believed the slogan, we learned the tune\nWe bought the sunrise on a silver spoon (oh-oh)\nWhen every open door comes with a list of fees\nI hear the city breathing, sayin' \"Not for me\" (not for me)\n\n[chorus]\nCulls, you promised highways, but you paved the streets in chains (chains)\nCulls, you said you're fighting, but you only fight to gain (gain)\nWe want a Redmont for the many, not your name on every frame (nah)\nCulls, we see the cost, we won't forget, we won't be tamed (hey!)\nCulls, we see the cost, we won't forget, we won't be tamed (we won't be tamed)\n\n[break]\n\n[verse]\nThere’s a crowd on the corner whispering what used to be\nCrafted builds and late-night markets, a living tapestry\nNow permits stack like paper shields, a fortress for the few\nAnd the players who remember ask: \"Who's this plan for you?\"\nHe points to future classrooms, he paints the scholars' door\nBut the rules inside those lessons close when freedom's poor\nHe words the speeches soft and clean, a balm on every wound\nBut the ink turns into fences when the moon is full and tuned\n\n[pre-chorus]\nWe clapped for better schooling, a promise in the breeze\nBut learning lost its open halls to surveillance and keys (watch it)\nIf liberty is taxed until the poor can't play\nThen what he calls protection is taking us away (no)\n\n[chorus]\nCulls, you promised highways, but you paved the streets in chains (chains)\nCulls, you said you're fighting, but you only fight to gain (gain)\nWe want a Redmont for the many, not your name on every frame (nah)\nCulls, we see the cost, we won't forget, we won't be tamed (hey!)\nCulls, we see the cost, we won't forget, we won't be tamed (we won't be tamed)\n\n[bridge]\nToadKing raised the lantern, said \"Hold on, hear me out\"\n\"This city's not a trophy for the ones who shout\"\nRaise your pick, raise your voice, don't let the skyline bend\nIf the tools you gave away come back to you again (yeah)\nHey-hey, stand up, stand tall (stand up), build back what you lost (build back)\nHey-hey, call the roll, this freedom's not a cost (call it out)\nNa-na-no to empty crowns, na-na-no to hidden games\nWe sing for the small and stubborn, we sing their names (their names)\n\n[chorus]\nCulls, you promised highways, but you paved the streets in chains (chains)\nCulls, you said you're fighting, but you on