Word on the street is this 'ceasefire' ain't really ceasin' nothin'. Folks still struggle, the struggle still real. Politicians talkin' 'bout agreements, but back home, it's the same old story.

They promise peace, but all we see is more of the same. Empty promises and broken dreams, ya feel me? They sayin' things gonna change, but we been hearin' that since day one.

The system is rigged, straight up. They ain't tryna help nobody but themselves. They countin' money while we countin' losses. Ain't nothin' fair about this game.

Humanitarian aid? More like humanitarian fade. They talk a good game, but the aid ain't reachin' the people who need it most. It's stuck in the system, gettin' siphoned off by the powers that be.

They want us to believe in the system, but the system don't believe in us. We gotta look out for each other, 'cause ain't nobody else gonna do it. We gotta build our own table, 'cause they ain't gonna give us a seat at theirs.

Real talk, this ceasefire is just a band-aid on a bullet wound. It ain't fixin' nothin' long-term. We need real change, not just empty promises. We need justice, not just lip service. We need freedom, not just chains.

They can keep their ceasefire. We gon' keep fightin' for what's right. We gon' keep pushin' for change. We gon' keep speakin' truth to power. 'Cause at the end of the day, that's all we got. Our voices, our strength, and our community.

Stay woke, y'all. Don't let 'em fool you with their fancy words and empty promises. Keep your eyes on the prize, and never give up the fight.