We Don’t Care

[Intro] Yeah… City in smoke, neon on the glass, No looking back — we’re moving too fast. [Verse 1] I step out the block where the echoes keep records, Concrete philosophers turning pressure to lessons. They’re building little schemes with fragile intentions, But their logic cracks quick under lyrical tension. My district is a book with no beautiful cover, Fate writes lines in the rain for the lost and the stubborn. They whisper about us, but we rise through the noise, We carry the storm while they play with their toys. We don’t count their failures, don’t follow their drama, We’re busy with the mission, rewriting the karma. While they debate who’s fake, who’s real, who’s right, We move like a shadow through the city at night. [Pre-Chorus] We don’t care, no time for the games, Every step forward puts fire in our names. Not against people — against fear inside, Hear my voice in the dark? Then ride. [Chorus] We don’t care how they’re doing tonight, We’re on the road with the skyline in sight. Bass in the walls, words hitting like stone, We take what is ours — we build our own throne. We don’t care, no rumors, no talk, We don’t live dreams — we make them walk. If the world is noise and the truth is rare, We rise through the smoke like we don’t care. [Verse 2] I’ve seen loud pride turn into ashes, Seen golden masks fall down into patches. Their words are cardboard, my lines are steel, I write from the scars, from the things that I feel. Thousands of windows, but few really shine, Few keep moving when the storm hits the spine. I’m no saint, but I know my route: If you fall down hard, get up and move out. We don’t fight shadows dancing on walls, Don’t waste our breath on meaningless calls. The real enemy lives deep in the chest, We beat it with rhythm and outwork the rest. [Bridge] No matter how loud the pressure becomes, I turn it to music, I turn it to drums. No matter how fake the speeches may sound, We leave them the dust while we lift from the ground. [Chorus] We don’t care how they’re doing tonight, We’re on the road with the skyline in sight. Bass in the walls, words hitting like stone, We take what is ours — we build our own throne. We don’t care, no rumors, no talk, We don’t live dreams — we make them walk. If the world is noise and the truth is rare, We rise through the smoke like we don’t care. [Outro] City stays silent, but the speakers attack, We don’t go backwards, we never turn back. Let the streets decide who was talking too loud, And who made thunder from under the clouds.