Government Corruption

[Sound of static cuts in, faint voices becoming clearer. Papers shuffle, a door closes. The faint hum of a hidden mic picks up the conversation.] [Leader 1 (calm, authoritative):] “You understand the stakes, right? If this gets out—” [Leader 2 (gruff, impatient):] “It won’t. My people made sure of that. Ports are sealed, media’s locked. No one’s sniffing around.” [Leader 1:] “Good. The energy crisis hits in weeks. We cut supply, demand skyrockets. Your country profits, mine controls the flow. Mutual gain.” [Leader 2 (chuckling):] “World burns, we bank. Poetic, isn’t it?” [Leader 1 (coldly):] “Just business.” [Sudden loud click — mic shuts off. Beat drops.] [Verse 1] I put on a trench coat Like Danny DeVito, I walk through the casino It's 64 below even though I'm dressed to code I guess I'm cold-blooded, the Voltaire of human covens Fried chicken gives me substance, impossible cravings Y'all clones like Buck Rogers, ballin' off angles Ball like Bo Diddley, break even and no figures World's above the law, war sports are off balance State of grace, running base, some sleepin', I'm awake Some angels, some snakes, Atonement, Athenae Look for signs that's not there, motherf***ers is not well Smoking thorns and roses, ritual in a big chair Ash turn to hormones, slap in the cologne Can't see through my blindfold, go to sleep like photos Capture me, I panic, don't take pictures, it won't happen [Chorus] The government's crooked (Ow, ow, ow) The president is a crook (Ow, ow, ow) These credit bureaus are goin' bye-bye Take it to the grave if you believe The government's crooked (Ow, ow, ow) The president is a crook (Ow, ow, ow) These credit bureaus are goin' bye-bye Take it to the grave if you believe [Verse 2] Yeah, self-love is therapy, rituals with Cherokee Zippin' in a sleeve, you went to bed too early Dark red colorists, red pill evangelists All prey and scantiless, praise to the scandal, a**es In need of Spanish, talking down bad habits Like Pinot Grigio, I only drink the chalice Open her heart to a brother like a Rorschach Speaking of that, I know everybody prospering Know my mission, I know the decision, them tiny angels is singing Until somebody pop one... go figure, your Sunday sermons, they tough Nothing has changed 'cause I can't see it Because I can't see it Because I can't see it Smoke fills the room with demons, boom [Chorus] The government's crooked (Ow, ow, ow) The president is a crook (Ow, ow, ow) These credit bureaus are goin' bye-bye Take it to the grave if you believe The government's crooked (Ow, ow, ow) The president is a crook (Ow, ow, ow) These credit bureaus are goin' bye-bye Take it to the grave if you believe [Outro – Faint static returns, muffled voices in a hidden room. Papers shuffle, heavy breathing.] [Voice 1 (panicked, whispering): “Did you hear that? They’re rigging everything… energy, markets—the whole damn system.”] [Voice 2 (angry, pacing): “They’re playing god while we’re out here starving."]