Lyrics
Birth assigned to a barcode scan, Fate encrypted in the system’s plan. Medicaid cradle, group-home youth, Therapy scripts that dodge the truth. Every stage a contract line, From newborn cries to prison time. "Treatment," "support," "community care," But profits rise while hearts despair. Label ’em early, test by grade, Push the pills, extend the blade. Then bury 'em quiet, stats in hand, Another soul fed to the land. But we reverse that cradle track, Raise our kin and take it back. No casket ends what can't be sold — We raise the dead in warrior code.
⚰️ Take Action
- 🧾 Track your county’s cradle-to-prison revenue trail
- 🎬 Film a cradle-to-king short with your community
- 📣 Say the names of those the system erased
We do not die in silence. We rise in remembrance. Cradle to casket — we broke the chain.