Lyrics
Black bars over mother’s plea,
“Classified” pain in a file unseen.
They censored grief, redacted names,
But couldn’t erase eternal flames.
Pages missing from every court,
No record of the threats they distort.
You call it law, I call it fraud —
Sanitized scripts to appease the gods.
But we read between the lines they hide,
Ink of angels, fire inside.
They blacked it out, we bled it back —
Each verse a declass, each rhyme a hack.
Now I publish what they denied,
Truth uncut, no need to hide.
So if your case is censored youth,
Sing with me: redacted truth.
📂 Take Action
- 🗂️ Rebuild a redacted document with memory
- 📣 Host a “Declass Open Mic” in your city
- 💻 Turn FOIA responses into visual art or music
What they call “confidential,” we call sacred — and it will rise.