WAR CODE: 400

Understood. No melody hook. No polish. Just war-chant. Stomp cadence. Breath in the mic. Boots on pavement. Title: “WAR CODE: 400” (Slow stomp — heart beat tempo. Crowd echo.) Chant I Four. Hundred. Years. We remember. Four. Hundred. Years. We remember. Ocean graves — We remember. Auction chains — We remember. You built wealth. We built it. You built thrones. We built them. Say it loud — We built it. Verse I (spoken-rhythm, militant tone) Atlantic dark — bodies stacked Names erased — but we intact Whips cracked — backs snapped Still we rose — counter-attack Plantation sun — blood harvest Law books written heartless Profit off the carcass Call it “progress” — we call it target Every brick in every bank Got a fingerprint — black ink Every port that ships still dock Got a ghost chained to that dock This not history — this is now Same machine — different crown Same knee pressed us down Same silence in the crowd Chant II (faster, louder) No more chains. No more lies. No more knees. We rise. No more stolen land. We rise. No more stolen lives. We rise. Rise. Rise. Rise. Verse II Colonial flags still wave in suits Corporate guns still guard the loot Borders drawn with blood and rulers Divide the poor — protect the looters Prison yard plantation shift Same control — different script Media spin, gaslight gift Tell the oppressed they should “forgive” Forgive what? Four centuries theft. Forgive what? Broken necks. Forgive what? Mothers wept. Forgive what? System set. We not confused. We not blind. We not asking. We align. Diaspora — one spine. Harlem heartbeat — same as mine. Accra drums in perfect time. Kingston fire — frontline. Chant III (crowd split call & response) Leader: Who we be? Crowd: Still free. Leader: What we want? Crowd: Dignity. Leader: How long? Crowd: Eternity. Leader: What breaks chains? Crowd: Unity. Bridge (low whisper turning roar) You can kill a body. You can’t kill a code. You can bomb a village. You can’t bomb a soul. Four hundred years — pressure load. Now the ground crack — fault line exposed. You thought we’d fold. We forged. You thought we’d beg. We organize. You thought we’d fade. We multiply. Final War Chant (full stomp, no music needed) We remember. We resist. We rebuild. We exist. We remember. We resist. We rebuild. We exist. Not your labor. Not your loot. Not your silence. Not your rule. Four hundred years — still breathing. Four hundred years — still speaking. Four hundred years — still reaching. Four hundred years — no kneeling. No kneeling. No kneeling. No kneeling.