PUBLIC SERVANT [Intro — 92 BPM; sinister piano loop, vinyl hiss, deep bass; conversational spoken voice] Public servant. Two words. Neither one means king. [Beat drops — dry snare, tight kick, rolling bass] [Verse 1 — sharp technical rap, dense internal rhymes, conversational sarcasm] You applied for a position, not permission to command, Got elected by the people, now you’re acting like you planned To inherit every building, every budget, every hand That was raised to put you in there—do you even understand? It’s a job, not a jackpot, not a lifetime reservation, Not a private little pipeline for your personal inflation, Not a license to be reckless with an entire population, It’s a temporary privilege with a public obligation. First amendment to the attitude: remember who you serve, Put the duties into writing, make ’em legally observed, Every conflict gets disclosed, every favor gets reviewed, Every dollar gets accounted for, including what accrued. [Pre-Chorus — drums drop to kick and piano] You wanted the office? Then carry the weight. The people aren’t servants Of the power they create. [Chorus — rhythmic melodic rap, restrained but memorable] Public servant, read the sign, That’s their money, not your mine. That’s their future, not your throne, You don’t get to call it yours. Public servant, understand, Every signature’s a hand On the lives you represent— Power’s borrowed, never owned. [Verse 2 — faster double-time flow; tighter snare pattern] Independent investigators, independent courts, Public records, open budgets, documented reports, Make the watchdogs show their working, let the public see the source, If the evidence is missing, there’s a process to enforce. No more cousins getting contracts, no more buddies skipping bids, No more favors traded quietly where nobody admits, Set the standards, publish findings, make the oversight withstand Any party, any pressure, any powerful demand. If a whistleblower speaks, keep their livelihood secure, Give them channels independent, let the evidence endure, No retaliation hidden in a transfer or demotion, Make the consequences real instead of speeches and promotion. [Instrumental — four bars; piano riff with bass turnaround] [Verse 3 — rapid triplet flow, precise and increasingly urgent] Give the public legal standing when an agency goes wrong, Give the courts the tools to remedy the harm that’s carried on, Let the victims seek correction, make the timelines clearly known, Don’t let justice cost a fortune just to prove what should be shown. Put an expiration date on extraordinary powers, Don’t let emergencies turn years into indefinite hours, Independent review before extensions get approved, Keep the rights intact and remedies available to use. Measure whether laws are working, publish failures, publish gains, Fix the policy that falters, don’t just change the public names, No immunity for fraud because a title’s on the door, No exception for the powerful from the rules they wrote before. [Chorus — stronger bass and drums, layered rhythmic backing vocals] Public servant, read the sign, That’s their money, not your mine. That’s their future, not your throne, You don’t get to call it yours. Public servant, understand, Every signature’s a hand On the lives you represent— Power’s borrowed, never owned. [Bridge — piano alone; quiet, controlled spoken delivery] Here’s the solution. Don’t wait for a good person To sit in a bad chair. Build a better chair. [Final Verse — rapid-fire technical rap, confident delivery] Write the duties, set the limits, make the records open wide, Put the auditors outside the institution they provide, Give the people ways to challenge every failure and abuse, Keep the evidence protected, make the penalties produce Real correction, restitution, not a scripted resignation, Not a televised apology followed by rehabilitation, Not a handshake and a pension and a quiet relocation, But a fair and lawful process with enforceable obligation. You don’t need another hero with a promise and a grin, You need rules that still protect us when the worst of people win, If the structure holds them answerable, whoever takes the seat, Then the office serves the public—not the other way, you see? [Outro — drums cut; piano continues] [Spoken] You wanted the office? Do the job. [Final piano chord — natural complete ending]
