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JOURNALIST
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JOURNALIST was released on October 4, 2026 by 4128986 Records DK as a part of the album SHATTA & ME - EP
October 4, 2026
Label4128986 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
BPM
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yeah
Mic check, pen check, truth in the notebook
Everybody talking, but nobody wanna look
I came with the facts, no fear in my voice
When the world gets quiet, I become the noise
I'm a journalist, I'm writing what I see
Truth on the paper, nobody can bury me
They can close the door, but they can't stop the press
I report from the streets, put the truth to the test
I'm a journalist, camera in my hand
From the city to the village, let the people understand
No matter who you are, no matter how rich
If the truth comes out, then the story gon hit
I walk through the city with my eyes wide open
Everybody got a story, everybody got a token
Politician making promises, smiling for the lens
But behind closed doors, who is really helping them
I ask one question, suddenly they get nervous
Truth ain't always pretty, but the people deserve it
I don't chase rumors, I verify the facts
If I put it in the paper, better know I got the proof attached
From the streets where the young ones dream
To the offices where they count that cream
I document the struggle, document the pain
While the powerful pray nobody remembers their name
They say, Don't publish that, I say, Why
If there's nothing to hide, then what's the reason to lie?
Pen like a weapon, but I don't need a gun
I let the truth speak until the whole world knows what you've done
I'm a journalist, I'm writing what I see
Truth on the paper, nobody can bury me
They can close the door, but they can't stop the press
I report from the streets, put the truth to the test
I'm a journalist, camera in my hand
From the city to the village, let the people understand
No matter who you are, no matter how rich
If the truth comes out, then the story gon hit
Breaking news, everybody looking at the screen
One headline can change what a whole nation means
I don't need fame, I need facts on the table
Give the people information, make the truth accessible
Sometimes I'm first, sometimes I'm last
But I never sacrifice truth just to make it move fast
I know the pressure when the story gets deep
When you uncover something somebody wanted to keep
I got sources on the phone, notes inside my pocket
Every piece of information, I'm carefully gonna lock it
Freedom of the press, that's the freedom of the voice
Without independent questions, how are we making the choice?
So salute every reporter standing under the rain
Chasing down the story while they're running from the pain
You might not like the headline, you might hate what I say
But you can't kill the messenger just because you hate the truth today
Truth don't need permission
Facts don't need a crown
When everybody's talking
Who's gonna write it down?
One pen, one voice
One story at a time
If justice needs a witness
Then I'm standing on the line
I'm a journalist, I'm writing what I see
Truth on the paper, nobody can bury me
They can close the door, but they can't stop the press
I report from the streets, put the truth to the test
I'm a journalist, camera in my hand
From the city
Written by: Cash Empire
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