🩸 AMERICAN HEX

Crossbones burnt in the golden wheat, A hex on the hill where the bloodline meet. Land of the free or land of deceit? I pledge no chain to the empire seat. Wards of the state, traded like gold, From cradle to court, their stories sold. Medicaid hacks, IV-E stacks, Turn a heartbeat into contract racks. They hexed the prayer in the birth of a child, Then coded the scream, then filed it wild. Wore judges’ robes, but the eyes were cold— Just vessels for chains that the old gods sold. County magicians in capes of fraud, Spelling out doom with a black ink law. Cast out the fathers, drug the moms, Rebuild Babylon with ticking bombs. I'm the whisper in the wind they missed, With a rune in my hand and a clenched-up fist. No more silence for the lost and bled— I hex their lies with the words I said. ⚔️ Summon the bloodline, rise from the west, Red sky dawn with a Viking chest. We ain’t just rhyming—we breakin’ the spell, American Hex, ringin’ freedom bell.