Born in Debt (Land of the Fee)

This song is a call to understand and wake up. The freedom our forefathers held dear are all but lost in the time between them and us. — a #RockAndRapAnthem that tears through illusion with both fire and rhythm. It starts in the echo of #1980sRock, full of #ElectricGuitarRiffs, #EchoingDrums, and that haunting #NostalgicTension that feels like thunder over concrete. Then it drops hard into #DarkSouthernHipHop, where #CinematicBass, #SharpRhythms, and #StorytellingVocals expose the truth behind the so-called “American Dream.” The lyrics hit with #Irony, #Humor, and #StreetWisdom, painting a picture of a nation born in chains of #DebtAndDeception. The hook — half sung, half rapped — is pure grit and melody, a cry from the working class trapped in the #LandOfTheFee. This is protest through pulse: #RebelRock, #SouthernFlow, #RapRockFusion, where every beat demands freedom that can’t be bought or taxed. The guitars crash back like revolution sirens, and the final chorus roars with defiance — #BornInDebt, but not broken. It’s the sound of a generation waking up, ready to #LetFreedomRing. #ModernProtestSong #RockMeetsRap #FreedomAnthem #TruthInLyrics #ReclaimTheDream #CinematicSound #WorkingClassVoices #RebelHeart #SystemCrash #DebtNation #AmericanGrit #PowerToThePeople #SoulOfTheStreets #LibertyRising #RapRockRevolt
Lyrics:
Verse 1
Born in the U.S.A., they said I was free,
But I opened my eyes wearing chains I couldn’t see.
Debt on my back before I could crawl,
Uncle Sam smiling, sayin’, “Son, you owe it all.”

Grew up on promises, stars and stripes on the wall,
But freedom’s just a slogan in the courthouse hall.
Learned to pledge my allegiance, learned not to ask why,
They teach you how to walk, but they never let you fly.

Verse 2
Yo, they taxin’ the air that we breathe, the ground that we tread,
From the roof on your head to the thoughts in your head.
Every dollar you earn, man, they takin’ a bite,
Then they preach about freedom under fluorescent light.

Go to school, get trained, be polite, stay in line,
They don’t want free thinkers — they want factory design.
Pay for college, get debt, get a job just to drown,
Buy a car, buy a house, watch the system lock down.

Born in debt, in the land of the fee,
Payin’ rent just to breathe, ain’t no liberty.
They sold the dream like a TV stream,
But the fine print said, “You don’t own a thing.”

Born in debt, yeah they called it free,
But the chains are made of bills and policies.
We the people, we done paid our dues —
Now it’s time to take back what they used.

Verse 3
Yo, they got boats, jets, and offshore plans,
While we fight over crumbs in our own homeland.
Tax on your sweat, tax on your soul,
Even death got a fee, that’s how deep they control.

Every acre, every road, every mailbox zone,
Got a price tag printed by the kings on the throne.
We the workers, the dreamers, the tired and broke,
Tied to a system that’s a rich man’s joke.

Bridge

I was born in the red, raised in the grind,
Fed on the myth of the free man’s mind.
But freedom ain’t free when the bills come due,
And the system says, “Boy, we own you too.”

Born in debt, in the land of the fee,
Where freedom’s a brand, not reality.
We been sold out, bled out, signed our names,
To a flag that waves for the banker’s game.

Born in debt, but we won’t stay down,
We’ll burn that paper, reclaim this ground.
From the dirt and the sweat, we rise, we see —
You can’t own a soul that still believes in free.

They took the land, they took the gold,
Now they tax what can’t be sold.
House, boat, car, your soul on lease,
It’s time to rise, reclaim the peace.

[Final Chorus]
Born in debt, but I won’t kneel,
Gonna break these chains of steel.
Ownership’s a right, not a loan,
Take it back—our lives, our home.

they made the constitution not mean a thing.
Oh Oh it's about time we showed them
What it means

Tooooo Letttt Freeeedommm ring