They said tighten your belt While they loosen theirs Funny how sacrifice Always lands downstairs Champagne tears on a private jet wing Toast to the drought while the poor can’t drink Palm trees waving from a tax free shore While my neighbour’s choosing heating or floor French Riviera, villa in Como We’re in the rain tryna stretch that promo They buy blocks, then they rent it back Sell hope wholesale, then invent the lack Asset stripping like it’s fashion week Plastic faces stretched, can’t even speak Botox smile with a bloodline grin Whole system rigged but they swear just win You say graft harder? We graft till bone Still can’t touch what they already own Bow down to the billion Kiss that ring Pay for their yacht While you can’t pay gas and electric Bow down to the billion Feed the machine They drink champagne While we swallow the dream (Hey) You feel that rage in your chest? (Hey) They call it envy It’s theft Bahamas breeze on a climate summit Fly private there just to say we run it Carbon footprints? Not for kings Only for the ones on the bus with things Buying up land like Monopoly boards We’re out here praying for decent rewards They hoard, offshore, loophole law Then lecture us on what’s moral war Media pets with a silver spoon Say work smart from a marble room Inheritance masked as genius grind They were born on third but claim they climbed Greed ain’t hunger, greed’s disease But the cure costs fees Bow down to the billion Kiss that ring Pay for their yacht While you can’t pay gas and electric Bow down to the billion Feed the machine They drink champagne While we swallow the dream (Hey) You feel that rage in your chest? (Hey) They call it envy It’s theft How many hands does it take to hold Every pound that they stole? How many backs get bent in half Just to fund that gold? Private islands, private sins Private jets full of powdered grins Sealed files, redacted lines Funny how justice misplaces spines Closed door deals in a candlelit room Young blood funding the old man’s doom They toast to legacy, sip Dom cold While skeletons rattle in vaults of gold NDAs like designer coats Truth get sunk like inconvenient boats Court dates vanish, witnesses fade Money don’t blush, it gets obeyed Moral compass? Sold for shares Ethics bent in ergonomic chairs They preach family values loud Then traffic shame in a faceless crowd Tell me greed ain’t rot to the core When power protects its predators more Bow down to the billion Or break the chain This ain’t jealousy It’s unpaid pain Bow down to the billion Or raise your fist They call it order We call it pissed © Eliza Void
