Hays Still Speaks” (Prophetic Rap – 92 BPM, Heavy, Conscience-Hitting) Verse 1 Hays State breathe through concrete lungs, Sirens sing hymns with a loaded tongue. They say “control” when the lights go black, Say “order” when the blood don’t come back. Count the phones, don’t count the posts, Don’t count the hours we alone with ghosts. Don’t count the nights when the help don’t come, Just another prayer on a dead-end run. Hook Hays still speaks, but who listen now? Truth in the dust, knees to the ground. If justice blind, I’ma lead it back, With a voice from the cell and a mic from the cracks. Verse 2 I slept on steel, I ate in lines, I watched men lose they peace and mind. Saw rage get traded for a little respect, Saw fear turn kings into silhouettes. And when my head got close to the edge, That call from home was my last thread. Bridge (Prophetic Tone) I see empty towers and tired eyes, I see numbers lie while the truth still cries. Final Hook Hays still speaks, hear the sound, Not in reports, but the underground. From the yard to the street to the world outside, Truth don’t die—it multiply.