Born in the Red - HookGenius

[Title: Born in the Red] [Intro - Orchestral Swell meets Heavy Drum Groove] [Verse 1] Coffee stains on a heavy heart Checking the balance before the day starts Another shift on the factory floor While the landlord is banging on the front door I see them gliding in their glossy cars Acting like they own the sun and the stars They never felt the sting of the freeze Or scraped the dirt off their bruised knees [Pre-Chorus] System's rigged, the dice are loaded My patience is finally corroded [Chorus - Anthemic & Loud] THEY GOT THE SILVER SPOONS, WE GOT THE PLASTIC FORKS They pop the champagne corks while we do the work It's a twisted joke, it ain't no game Born in the red, just a number inside a frame YEAH, IT'S FUCKED UP, AIN'T IT RIGHT? We burn the day just to survive the night [Style Shift - Beat Switch: Orchestral drops out, Gritty Trap Beat enters] [Rap Feature - Aggressive Flow] They eating steak while we struggling for feed Private jets fly over my leaking roof You want the evidence? Look, I'm the living proof Designer bags versus grocery tags My homies leaving in body bags They trade stocks, we trade years Salt in the wound, no time for tears Born with a trust fund, never paid a cost Look at the scoreboard, look what we lost [Instrumental Solo - Electric Violin & Distorted Guitar Harmony] [Chorus - Grand Finale] THEY GOT THE SILVER SPOONS, WE GOT THE PLASTIC FORKS They pop the champagne corks while we do the work It's a twisted joke, it ain't no game Born in the red, just a number inside a frame YEAH, IT'S FUCKED UP, AIN'T IT RIGHT? We burn the day just to survive the night [Outro] Don't tell me it's fair... Don't you dare.