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Title: Build or Blame: Choose (Sequel to “No Savior Coming.” Same cipher energy — harder hook, more solution than lecture.) [Intro] You heard it already. Ain’t nobody coming. Now it’s a fork in the street. Build… or blame. Choose. [Verse 1] Last song told you the mailbox empty. This one ask what you gon’ do with both hands. You can keep rehearsing 1865 like it’s a payday Or you can put a deed in the same hand that used to point. Reparations still a rumor. Rent still due on the first. Native blood in the dirt and you still waiting on a verse From a government that don’t know your kids’ names. Blame built a throne. Build built a frame. Life insurance still sitting there like a dare. You die early and the seed inherit air. That’s not the white man’s plot for the week. That’s you betting the future on a speech. [Chorus] Build or blame — choose. One of them feed the children, one of them feed the news. You can yell at a system till your throat go raw Or stack a block, buy a lot, change the law by what you own. Crabs in the bucket or a ladder on the wall. Build or blame. Choose. Don’t stall. [Verse 2] Women — the ghetto act still ain’t a plan. A baby with a man who got no aim is a second shift with no van. Stop calling it love when the pants on the ground. That’s a yard signal. Always was. Still is. Look around. Your body ain’t a lobby for a boy in grown clothes. Pick a builder. Not a slogan. Not a pose. Men — if you plant it, stay in the soil. Don’t drop a name on a birth certificate then ghost the whole toil. The house used to have a father in the door Before the check came through and the man walked off the floor. You want to fight racism when it show its face? Cool. First fight the jealousy that kill the deal in your own space. One of us still snatch the bag out the other one’s hand Then holler “they won’t let us” like that wasn’t the plan. [Chorus] Build or blame — choose. One of them feed the children, one of them feed the news. You can yell at a system till your throat go raw Or stack a block, buy a lot, change the law by what you own. Crabs in the bucket or a ladder on the wall. Build or blame. Choose. Don’t stall. [Bridge] Slavery is a wound. It is not a will. The will is what you sign when the talking get still. Homeschool the mind so the street don’t write the test. Stocks. Property. Crypto. AI. Put the neighborhood on the desk. Outreach that don’t wait on a grant to start. Be the change you keep typing from the passenger seat of the car. [Verse 3] Stop complaining about the block you won’t sweep. Open the store. Fix the porch. Teach the young how to keep. Cooperate when the real door slam — that’s the fight. The fake fight is us pulling each other out the light. No savior coming was the warning shot. This the question after the echo stop. You can live in the story or live in the deed. You can rent the past or own what’s next. Build or blame. Pick one and move your feet. [Outro] Same mirror. New choice. Keys in the hand or a finger in the air. Build. Or blame. Choose.