This track was born from a real headline: Anti-war protests erupting across US cities in March 2026, echoing Vietnam-era campus movements. Muckraker's hip-hop production gives the story the weight of a front-page exclusive — journalism you can feel in your chest. Lines like "I'm watching columns march on Pennsylvania Ave," anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — defiant — 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]
They sent the bombs before they sent the truth,
Eleven billion in a single week, what's that say to the youth?
I'm watching columns march on Pennsylvania Ave,
Signs held high, tears in eyes, this ain't the war we asked to have.
Campus lawns at Michigan look like sixty-eight again,
Students linking arms at dawn, professors joining in.
They say it's national security, they say we had no choice,
But a hundred thousand voices in the street became one voice.
From Portland down to Atlanta, Philly to LA,
Candles lit on courthouse steps, we kneel and we pray.
Eleven billion dollars, first week, just the start,
While they cutting school lunch programs, tearing communities apart.
This is not a liberation, this is profit wearing flags,
Body bags and press briefings, politicians running ads.
So I write these lines in protest, I write these lines in pain,
And I'll march until my feet bleed—not in our name.
[chorus]
Not in our name, not in our name,
We won't be silent, we won't be tame.
Not in our name, not in our name,
Light a candle in the dark against the flame.
Not in our name, not in our name,
Every city, every street, we stake our claim.
[verse 2]
Gas up eighty cents, diesel touching five,
They squeezing working people just to keep the war alive.
Mama working doubles at the hospital downtown,
Her son got deployment papers, she can barely hold it down.
A million Lebanese displaced, where do they go?
Refugee camps overflowing, winter winds blow.
I seen the footage out of Minab, I can't unsee those frames,
A hundred seventy-five children—remember all their names.
College kids in tents at Berkeley, Stanford, NYU,
History professors saying this is déjà vu.
Vietnam echoes in the chanting, in the drums, in the rain,
A new generation standing, saying not in our name.
They try to spin it on the networks, wrap it up in red and blue,
But we got phones, we got the footage, we know what is true.
So every vigil, every march, every song, every sign,
Is a promise to the fallen—we are drawing the line.
[chorus]
Not in our name, not in our name,
We won't be silent, we won't be tame.
Not in our name, not in our name,
Light a candle in the dark against the flame.
Not in our name, not in our name,
Every city, every street, we stake our claim.
[bridge]
They want us divided, they want us afraid,
But love is a weapon that will never degrade.
From the mothers in the churches to the kids on the quad,
We carry each other when the road gets hard.
One million marching, and the number keeps climbing,
History is watching, and the bell keeps chiming.
[chorus]
Not in our name, not in our name,
We won't be silent, we won't be tame.
Not in our name, not in our name,
Light a candle in the dark against the flame.
Not in our name, not in our name,
Every city, every street, we stake our claim.
[outro]
Not in our name... not in our name...
Candles burning, voices rising, never be the same.
Not in our name... not in our name...
We remember every child, we remember every name.
