It’s everywhere you look… [intro – 8 bars, whispered/slow] The hands on the strings, the shadows on the throne. Promises for sale, but truths out on loan Glass towers rise, from the streets of the poor The powerless bleed, while the powerful ignore. [verse 1 – 16 bars- rap is double time] They build palaces from the souls of the street, Champagne flows while the poor can’t eat. Every smile on the screen hides a sharpened blade, Every law they write is a crooked tirade. Boss gets rich while the worker breaks down, Wears a crown of lies, call it running the town. Fame feeds off the silence of the weak, Truth is banned when it’s profit they seek. Children starve while the markets climb, Every second they profit, is another crime. Paychecks vanish, rent eats your wage, Broken people bend to the corporate cage. Luxury grows on the bones of despair, The weak get crushed while the strong don’t care. History fades when the ink is sold, Voices erased, traded for gold. --- [chorus – 2 bars] Using money as a weapon, Using position as a weapon. --- [verse 2 – 16 bars] Preachers in robes, hoarding gold over time, Selling salvation while they sip on wine. Contracts signed with invisible chains, Blood on the ledger, lives full of pain. Whispers in boardrooms decide who survives, A billion in stock while a family dies. Applause for the stage, but the back door’s rot, Every word rehearsed, but the hearts forgot. Politicians dine while the streets decay, Lights kept on but the poor can’t stay. Rhetoric sweet but the motive’s sour, Building careers on the powerless hour. Faith is twisted, belief is sold, Turned into shackles, bought and controlled. Eyes look upward, begging for light, But those that teach are colder than night. --- [chorus – 2 bars] Using fame as a weapon, Using belief as a weapon. --- [verse 3 – 16 bars] Politicians smiling while the cities collapse, Every vote bought with the wealth they trap. Corporate hands with a grip on the throat, Turn sweat into silver, every dollar a vote. Priests, rabbis, mulas — the titles erased, The system’s the same, just power misplaced. The powerless crushed, never meant to be heard, History written by the edge of their word. Deals in shadows, silence for pay, The broken unheard, just swept away. A stage full of lies, a crowd in chains, The rulers exalt while the sorrow remains. The poor stay poor, the rich grow fat, That’s the rhythm of the world — imagine that. Every promise’s hollow, every oath a con, But the weapon remains long after they’re gone. --- [chorus – 2 bars] Using power as a weapon, Using silence as a weapon. --- [outro – 8 bars, whispered fade] Weapons in their hands, And nothing in ours. The poor stay poor, The rich buy cars. Tragedy repeated, Same every age. The powerless die, While the powerful rage.
