Yeah. Look at the state of the nation. They got a chokehold on the whole block. Listen. Screen bright, but di pocket dem dark out a road While the politicians talking 'bout a different tax code They inflation-index what the rich man owns While the working class is picking at the meat on the bones One bedroom apartment costing eighteen hundred Every working man stressed, got the whole city wondered How we paying for the floor just to stay inside a room While the country trading futures on a digital doom Marketplace so dear, pure stress inna di year Landlord breathing down your neck, trading on your fear If you step outside the door, cash a start divide Every single corner cost, nowhere left to hide. It’s a chokehold, tight, mechanical and cold Watch the system clamp down on the stories being told They let the open cash ring, then they cut it at the root Another promise choked out by a bureaucrat suit Yeah the grid locks tight, whole city locked in Trying to buy a loaf of bread through a digital ring They choke the budget short, keep the pressure on high Struggle for we daily bread under a heavy gray sky. They say the poverty is dropping on a chart in the news But the citizen verification's giving people the blues Working two driving jobs just to fill up the tank While the corporate bailouts going straight to the bank No block party now, we can't spend a single pound Grit inside the chest, heavy weight on the ground They squeeze the currency until the working man break Every single dollar bill is a gamble we take Concrete hot but the system even colder Carrying the weight of the block on your shoulder They frame the narrative to look like paradise dreams But the rough side is tearing at the corporate seams. It’s a chokehold, tight, mechanical and cold Watch the system clamp down on the stories being told They let the open cash ring, then they cut it at the root Another promise choked out by a bureaucrat suit Yeah the grid locks tight, whole city locked in Trying to buy a loaf of bread through a digital ring They choke the budget short, keep the pressure on high Struggle for we daily bread under a heavy gray sky. System screw up fi true. They open up the gate, then they snap it shut. No warning. ✍️ Lyrics & Concept: Kwame / garthmiller73 © 2026 Gator Muzik LLC. All Rights Reserved.
