Mr.Meengo - Who Can I Trust

You fed us static, fed us rules we couldn't keep 
Built our mouths to swallow silence, taught us how to sleep 
We learned to nod, to smile while fires burned beneath 
Now the ash remembers every promise that you cheapened

Count your coins, call it order 
We count scars, call it power. 

WE ARE THE NOISE — 
WE WON’T BE SILENCED — 
RISE UP, BREAK DOWN — 
WE ARE THE NOISE.

You drew the lines, we learned the gaps and stepped between 
Told us patience saves — we swallowed glass instead of dreams 
I trade your doctrine for the weight that keeps me real 
Your pale advice is paper; we are iron in the steal. 

WE ARE THE NOISE —
WE OWN THE NIGHT —
RATTLE THE FOUNDATIONS —
WE ARE THE NOISE. 

TEAR
THE
MAP
TEAR
THE
MAP
Fist to the skyline — 
BREATHE OUT THE LIES —

You wanted quiet — here’s the storm 
You sold our voices — watch them form 
We are the footnote, turned to the headline 
We are the aftermath, we are the spine 

WE ARE THE NOISE — 
WE WON'T BACK DOWN —
BURN THE MAP, BREAK THE CLOCK — 
WE ARE — THE — NOISE.

WE ARE THE NOISE

“They strip the streets of sound, then call it safety.”

They draw the lines and call it order, stamp the margins “safe,”
Erasing names from yesterday to forge a blank-walled place.
Households whisper histories they learned by hearth and hand,
Now algorithms prune the orchards, cut the roots from land.

When voices dress in armor, they become the crime —
Silence legislated, patience sold as crime.

We will shout the archive back, we will cobble every page,
Light the rooms they shuttered up, call the lost names from the cage.
You cannot grid our memory, you cannot mute the song —
We raise our hands, we raise our voices — we will right what you made wrong.

You weaponize a whisper, call dissent a threat,
Paper choked with fines, the square infected with regret.
They sell a tidy future wrapped in scripted, glossy lies,
While the battered corners of the map still keep their histories alive.

“It’s not interference — it’s protection,” they announce from glass towers—
But protection is a ledger that prices out the poor and the powerless.

If freedom is a language, then our mouths must be the proof.
If truth is a ledger, then our hands will write the truth.

We will thread the lost words into banners, stitch them into roofs.

NO FINE CAN BUY A NAME
NO LAW CAN SEAL A VOICE
WE’LL SPEAK IN STORM AND SHADOW
WE’LL MAKE THE SILENCE NOISE

We do not call for war — only for speech to breathe,
For neighborhoods to keep their stories, for children to believe.

We will shout the archive back, we will cobble every page,
Light the rooms they shuttered up, call the lost names from the cage.
You cannot grid our memory, you cannot mute the song —
We raise our hands, we raise our voices — we will right what you made wrong.

They can fine the platforms, silence feeds the machine —
But the archive lives in mouths, in hands, in streets between.
So speak. Record. Repeat. Resist the paper tomb.
We will fill the ledger with the names you tried to lose.

SHOUT THE ARCHIVE BACK

“We’re all gonna die. Does that mean we’re worthless? Nah — it means enjoy it. Just go with it.”
Verse 1
They say we’re all gonna die — I heard that yesterday
Does that mean I’m worthless? Does that mean I fade away?
Who was the rich man back in seventeen fourty-three?
Who remembers faces gone—maybe nobody, maybe me
[Pre-Chorus, gentle build]
So don’t spend your evenings countin’ what you ain’t got yet
Say yes to the small things, don’t let the good slip from your hands
Chorus
We’re gonna die — so baby let’s live
Laugh at the little things, hold on to what you give
Love your neighbor like you love your own skin
If you judge the world you’ll never fit in
So, just go with it — just go with it
Verse 2
Life’s full of irritations, the flat tires and the rain
Little broken windows, and the heartache that remains
But we learn by living, not by fearing every cost
We trade the paper counsel for the things that we have lost
[Pre-Chorus, repeat, build]
If you love the one next to you, then you’re walkin’ on the right track
If you spend your days judgin’ others, honey, you won’t get it back
Chorus
We’re gonna die — so baby let’s live
Laugh at the little things, hold on to what you give
Love your neighbor like you love your own skin
If you judge the world you’ll never fit in
So, just go with it — just go with it
Bridge
A thousand years from now, no one’ll know our name
That doesn’t make today any less of a flame
So smile at the small mercies, pick the flowers you can find
Pay your coins in kindness, leave the rest behind
Final Chorus
We’re gonna die — so baby let’s live
Give what you can, then forgive what you can’t give
Love your neighbor like you love your own skin
Don’t go spendin’ time judgin’ where you’ve been
So, just go with it — just go with it
Just go with it… 

“If you love your neighbor as yourself, you’re on the right track. So hey — just go with it.”

Just Go With It

Verse 1
We get used to the quiet, used to the drive
Same coffee, same kiss, same nine-to-five
But I see you standing there, towel in your hair
Like the first time I ever noticed you stare
We ain’t strangers, but I won’t forget
You’re still the best thing I’ve landed yet
Pre-Chorus
Love don’t live on autopilot
It needs a spark, it needs a fight
A little reckless reminder
That I still want you every night
Chorus
If you want fire when the lights go low
You gotta light the match way before
Whisper it early, prove it all day
Make her feel wanted in a thousand small ways
Yeah, romance ain’t a switch you flip
It’s the look, the touch, the hand on her hip
If you want thunder when the sun goes down
You gotta love her loud all around
Verse 2
I catch your smile in the bathroom mirror
Steal you close just to pull you nearer
You laugh and say, “Boy, you’re outta your mind”
I say, “Maybe so, but you’re lookin’ fine”
I’ll chase you still like I did back then
Like I’m tryin’ to win you all over again
Pre-Chorus
A heart don’t stay wild by accident
It needs attention, it needs pursuit
Gotta make her feel like the only one
Like there’s nothin’ else you’d rather do
Chorus
If you want fire when the lights go low
You gotta light the match way before
Say it in the morning, show it all day
Make her feel wanted in a thousand small ways
Yeah, desire don’t wait till midnight
It’s built in the moments done right
If you want heaven when the night comes ‘round
You gotta love her loud all around
Bridge
It’s the grin, the grab, the “come here now”
The way you make her feel seen somehow
Still chosen, still chased, still the prize
Yeah, that’s how you keep that shine in her eyes
Final Chorus
If you want sparks when the door locks tight
You gotta earn ‘em in the broad daylight
Hold her close, don’t let it fade
Make her feel dangerous in the best damn way
‘Cause passion ain’t luck, it’s a vow
You make her feel sexy right here, right now
If you want that magic that don’t slow down
You gotta love her loud all around

SHOUT THE ARCHIVE BACK

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