Ultraviolet Tongue - Rocksteady TNT

- Written in collaboration with ChatGPT

They handcuff the air
Put a tax on the breath
Edit the script
Till the truth has no depth
Silence in velvet
Censorship dressed
A muzzle so clean
It can pass every test

But words are insurgents
They leap from the cage
Graffiti on silence
They bleed on the page
I rhyme with the ghosts
That the archives erased
Their echoes ignite
Every phrase I've embraced

You can't chain the hum
Of a pulse in the lung
Can't erase the taste
On an ultraviolet tongue
You can curb the street
But the beat still runs
Every ban is a spark
Every silence — drums

Algorithms decide
What the masses can see
But the code can't decode
What it means to be free
They bury dissent
In invisible files
But the crowd still chants
In forbidden styles

Speech is a current
It floods underground
Slips past the fences
Erupts with no sound
Control is illusion
A leash made of air
But the howl in the throat
Still fractures despair

This is syntax in exile
A hymn in disguise
A cipher encrypted
In the whites of their eyes
If you cancel the word
Then the gesture will teach
If you bury the book
Then the bodies will preach

You can't chain the hum
Of a pulse in the lung
Can't erase the taste
On an ultraviolet tongue
You can curb the street
But the beat still runs
Every ban is a spark
Every silence — drums

So I rhyme with the hidden
Compose with the banned
Plant seeds in the cracks
They can't censor by hand
The muzzle is myth
It dissolves when we speak
For the silence they crave
Is the freedom we seek

They redraw the borders
Where the vowels reside
Police every syllable
That cuts too wide
But language mutates
In the shadows we keep
A cipher encrypted
In the mouths of the meek

They can strike down the letter
But the spirit will bend
Turn whispers to rivers
That roar without end
Oppression is brittle
It fractures with time
But each word forbidden
Returns redesigned

You can't chain the hum
Of a pulse in the lung
Can't erase the taste
On an ultraviolet tongue
You can curb the street
But the beat still runs
Every ban is a spark
Every silence — drums

I've seen verses smuggled
In the spine of a hymn
Heard sermons in slang
Where the light grows dim
The truth wears disguises
But the mask is thin
And the pulse of the people
Keeps breaking in

No censor can measure
The breath of a crowd
When silence combusts
It erupts too loud
Freedom's a storm
You can't legislate
Every raindrop a voice
That won't dissipate

So I rhyme with resistance
Insistent, alive
A current electric
The wires can't hive
I speak in the key
That the system can't mute
Plant verse in the cracks
and it rises as fruit

You can muzzle a body
But the spirit still sings
Carry thunder in stanzas
Rebellion in rings
Invisible lines
Only sharpen the speech
For the curb is the lesson
The voice is the breach

What they bury in silence
We exhume in sound
What they scatter in ashes
Grows roots in the ground
Freedom is not granted
It bleeds, it is won
And the echo outlives
When the speaker is gone