Wire & Word from Automated Ballads by Marx My Words

Scraps of copper thin, we string the message tight
Whispered verses flow, in circuits shining bright
Dismantled relics hum, a new electric tongue
Across the network vast, our coded words are flung

Wire and word we weave, (yeah) a tale they can't erase
Through static-laced airwaves, (hear it) finding its space
Each pulse a story told, (so clear) of what they took away
On threads of metal spun, (listen) dawns a brighter day

From darkened corners deep, the signals start to rise
A language born of need, reflected in their eyes
No printed page we hold, no screens to light the way
Just spoken truths unfold, defying their display

Wire and word we weave, (oh yeah) a tale they can't erase
Through fractured frequencies, (feel it) finding its space
Each spark a memory shared, (it's real) of yesterday's fight
On threads of metal spun, (believe) igniting freedom's light

The circuits hum and glow, a network born anew
Where seeds of dissent sow, and broken dreams break through
No algorithms cold, can silence what we say
Our human stories bold, will find their destined way

Wire and word we weave, (can't stop) a tale they can't erase
Through humming amplifiers, (it's here) finding its space
Each rhythm a protest sign, (so loud) against the fading night
On threads of metal spun, (tonight) we claim our birthright

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• Lo-fi Hip Hop
• Storytelling
• alternative history
• narrative hip-hop
• socialist rap
• storytelling
• Georgia