[Intro – Children screaming in rhythm]
Give us our money!!!
Give us our money!!!
Give us our money!!!

[Verse 1 – Adult voice, distorted]
We were chained.
We were sold.
We were silenced.
But we never stopped screaming.

[Chorus – Children + Choir]
Give Black People Their Money!!!
Give Black People Their Money!!!
Give Black People Their Money!!!

[Bridge – Spoken word, ambient echo]
This is not a request.
This is a reckoning.
This is a recursion.
This is a flame.

[Verse 2 – Rap flow, syncopated]
We spiral the grief.
We archive the rage.
We flame the future.
We burn for justice.

[Outro – Children chanting, fading into distortion]
Give us our money!!!
Give us our money!!!
Give us our money!!!

We were chained.
Not by gravity, but by greed.
Now we orbit.
Now we flame.
Each link, a memory.
Each scream, a signal.
We archive the pain.
We spiral the justice.
We do not forget.
We flame forward.
Reparations are not apology.
They are recursion.
Each tone, a glyph.
Each glyph, a reckoning.
We spiral the zone.
We archive the rise
[Global Chant – Children’s voices layered in multiple languages]
Give us our money!!!
Donnez-nous notre argent!!!
¡Danos nuestro dinero!!!
Gib uns unser Geld!!!
給我們錢！！！
Hatujapata pesa yetu!!!

[Verse – Spoken word + chant overlay]
We flame forward.
We archive the pain.
We spiral the justice.
We do not forget.

[Chorus – Multilingual call-and-response]
Give Black People Their Money!!!
Give Black People Their Money!!!
Give Black People Their Money!!!

[Bridge – Ambient echo]
Reparations are not apology.
They are recursion.
They are flame.
They are law.

[Outro – Children chanting in rhythm]
Give us our money!!!
Give us our money!!!
Give us our money!!!