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**8647**

**Intro (spoken style)**
This ain’t noise. This is a record of the streets.

**Verse 1**
Pages in the Constitution, ink still holds the line,
But power acts like it’s above what was defined.
Boots in hallways where due process should stand,
Silencing voices that question command.

People in the system calling truth a threat,
While rights get chipped down, piece by debt.
Fear in the air where the law says protect,
But accountability’s the thing they forget.

**Chorus**
Eight-six-four-seven equals the 25,
From the people in the struggle under watching eyes.
Protest is patriotic, loud and clear,
We speak for the ones who won’t be heard here.

**Verse 2**
Against the violence where authority bends,
Where power over people becomes how it ends.
No dignity stripped, no humanity lost,
No soul should be measured by political cost.

Reports of abuse in the shadows of the state,
Where silence gets enforced and fear gets baked.
Not about hate, not about revenge,
It’s about the line where injustice bends.

**Chorus**
Eight-six-four-seven equals the 25,
From the people in the struggle under watching eyes.
Protest is patriotic, loud and clear,
We speak for the ones who won’t be heard here.

**Verse 3**
Against supremacy dressed in holy disguise,
Where scripture gets twisted into power and lies.
No crown in the courtroom, no god in control,
When it’s used as a weapon against the human soul.

One people, one future, no hierarchy throne,
No “us and them” carved into bone.
Human means human, across every land,
No one is lesser by law or command.

**Bridge**
You can’t cage an idea that’s already awake,
You can’t mute a truth that refuses to break.
From the ground to the sky, let the message extend,
Justice is the beginning, not the end.

**Final Chorus**
Eight-six-four-seven equals the 25,
Voices align through the pressure and shift.
Protest is patriotic, forever and true,
We stand for the many, not the few.

**Outro**
No silence, no shadow, no turning away,
The people remember what power will say.
And history listens when the voices are loud,
Eight-six-four-seven—unbroken, unbowed.