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LINES ON THE MAP lyrics
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Intro
Eights rumble like the interstate, Newsfeed scrollin’, can’t escape— Coast to coast, the story bends, Same flag flyin’, different ends.
Verse 1
Concrete towers, rent climb high, Dreams taxed heavy under neon sky. West Coast burnin’, fires in the hills, East Coast floodin’, payin’ water bills. Politicians on the podium, rehearsed lines, Talk about change but they’re wastin’ time. People in the boroughs, people by the bay, Both feel the system look the other way.
Pre-chorus
Lines on the map but the pain’s the same, Different city lights, still play one game.
Chorus
📢 “Who runs the block? Who runs the state? Government hands holdin’ all that weight. From the coast to the corn, from the border gates— We the people, but they legislate.” 📢
Verse 2
Heartland fields, workin’ dawn to dusk, Factories closed, left machines to rust. Southside border, kids in a cage, Parents prayin’, cryin’ out in rage. North by the lakes, pipelines split the ground, Native voices fightin’, still not heard out loud. It’s one nation, but it’s split four ways, Different truths in the same old phrase.
Pre-chorus
Lines on the map but the hurt don’t lie, From the plains to the ports, we all ask why.
Chorus
📢 “Who runs the block? Who runs the state? Government hands holdin’ all that weight. From the coast to the corn, from the border gates— We the people, but they legislate.” 📢
Bridge
Checks, balances, promises broke, Dreams choked out in a cloud of smoke. Red, blue, left, right—none of it new, But the streets stay louder than the Capitol view.
Chorus
📢 “Who runs the block? Who runs the state? Government hands holdin’ all that weight. From the coast to the corn, from the border gates— We the people, but they legislate. We the people, but we still wait.” 📢
Outro
Lines on the map, same sun sets, Different lives, same debts. From the border to the skyline tall, One voice still echoes: “Justice for all.”
Inside the recording
Eights rumble like the interstate, Newsfeed scrollin’, can’t escape—
Lines on the map but the pain’s the same, Different city lights, still play one game.
Lines on the map, same sun sets, Different lives, same debts.
Excerpts from artist-supplied lyric files matched by title. Lyric sheets may differ from the released performance.