Count Every Voice

This track was born from a real headline: Young community organizers running voter registration drives in underserved communities — knocking on doors, setting up tables at barbershops and laundromats, and fighting voter suppression one registration at a time. Muckraker's hip-hop production gives the story the weight of a front-page exclusive — journalism you can feel in your chest. Lines like "Registered his first voter at the barbershop on King," anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — defiant, empowering, urgent — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] Marcus got a clipboard and a hoodie and a plan, Twenty-two years old, South Side born, he's doing what he can, Registered his first voter at the barbershop on King, Mr. Davis, sixty-seven, said, "I haven't voted since the Spring Of 1984, they closed my polling place and moved it cross the bridge, Bus don't run that way on Tuesdays, so I fell off the ridge," Marcus said, "I'll drive you, and I'll drive your neighbor too, But first let's get you back into the system, that's the move," He set up at the laundromat on Cottage Grove and Eighty-Third, Between the spin cycle and the dryer sheets, he spread the word, Got a folding table, voter forms, a pen, and fifty flyers, Said, "Your voice ain't expired just because the system's full of liars," By the end of week one he had forty-seven names, Forty-seven people stepping back into the game, And the alderman took notice 'cause the numbers started shifting, When the people they ignored showed up, that's what you call a gifting. [chorus] Count every voice, count every voice, Every name on the line is a choice, Count every voice, count every voice, We been quiet long enough — make some noise, Count every voice, count every voice, From the block to the ballot, we rejoice, Count every voice, count every voice, This is power, this is ours by right. [verse 2] Trina runs the operation out in Houston, Fifth Ward deep, Goes door to door in hundred-degree weather, won't accept defeat, They shut down four polling stations in her district just last year, Said the budget couldn't hold them, but she saw right through the fear, So she organized a carpool chain — fifteen drivers every Tuesday, Grandmothers and college kids all riding to their duty, She registered a thousand people, hand to God, one summer's count, In a ward where turnout used to be a single-digit amount, The state passed a new law making registration harder still, Shorter windows, stricter ID, like they're climbing up a hill, But Trina bought a laminator, taught folks how to get their cards, Because democracy don't die in darkness, it dies in the yards, Of the houses no one knocks on, in the blocks nobody sees, So Marcus and Trina and a thousand kids like these, Are rewriting the equation with a clipboard and a dream, Every signature's a signal flare, every form a battle scream. [chorus] Count every voice, count every voice, Every name on the line is a choice, Count every voice, count every voice, We been quiet long enough — make some noise, Count every voice, count every voice, From the block to the ballot, we rejoice, Count every voice, count every voice, This is power, this is ours by right. [bridge] They gerrymander, they suppress, they move the lines and close the doors, They make you think your vote don't matter, that's what all the noise is for, But Marcus got a story 'bout an old man in a barber's chair, Who filled a form out, wiped a tear, and said, "I'm finally there," And that's the revolution, it ain't glamorous or loud, It's a kid with a clipboard giving power to the crowd. [chorus] Count every voice, count every voice, Every name on the line is a choice, Count every voice, count every voice, We been quiet long enough — make some noise, Count every voice, count every voice, From the block to the ballot, we rejoice, Count every voice, count every voice, This is power, this is ours by right. [outro] Count every voice, count every voice, Count every voice, count every voice, This is power, this is ours by right.