(Verse 1)
Why is it that I still can’t find myself in the media?
The only information you get is what they’re feeding ya.
I’m tired of explaining everything that I’m feeling,
And why I’m feeling it, when I really should be healing.
My people are tired, fighting day and night,
For the same ones saying, “Being Black ain’t right.”
But they turn around, living off what’s ours,
Taking pieces of our culture like it’s theirs to devour.
We’re Soulaan, despite what they’re telling you,
The BS they’re selling you, saying we don’t exist.
Allies are a myth, ‘cause we never had it,
And if we did, y’all sure are bad at it.
(Hook)
How you support something you don’t understand?
And wonder why my people don’t trust your hand?
You get mad when we shout, but you silence our breath,
While they use us as body bags and watch us fight to the death.
We’re tired.
(Verse 2)
We’re tired of screaming and getting ignored,
Of knocking on doors just to get floors.
We’re tired of proving our worth in a world,
That profits off the rhythm our ancestors unfurled.
You call it anger, but it’s centuries deep,
A wound so wide, we bleed when we speak.
How you mad at our cries when it’s all we can do?
The world takes our breath, then it blames us too.
We Soulaan, and we’ve been here, we stay,
Through the lies and the myths y’all parade every day.
You copy the moves, but you don’t feel the weight,
Of what it means to carry this history, this fate.
(Hook)
How you support something you don’t understand?
And wonder why my people don’t trust your hand?
You get mad when we shout, but you silence our breath,
While they use us as body bags and watch us fight to the death.
We’re tired.
(Bridge)
How can we heal when the cycle repeats?
When our truth is erased while they play for keeps?
They’ll dance to the beat but won’t feel the drums,
Won’t hear the stories of where we come from.
Ancestors spoke through cornrows and quilts,
Left maps in their steps, in the legacies they built.
We’re tired, but we’re still here, still strong,
Soulaan forever, it’s where we belong.
(Outro)
We’re tired, but our spirit won’t break,
We’re tired, but this soul they can’t take.
We’re tired, but we’ll rise and reclaim,
Soulaan eternal—remember the name.