(Intro) Yeah… Marble floors got blood in the grout too. Champagne wars. Different bullets, same funeral. ⸻ (Verse 1) Penthouse windows lookin’ down on the riots, Old men trade nations like stocks in private. Gold cufflinks hide the stains from the violence, Every peace treaty signed with a threat behind it. Young boy overseas holdin’ steel in the desert, CEO smile while the missiles get purchased. News anchors dance, make death look perfect, Truth get buried where the oil wells surface. Campaign money stuffed inside the briefcase, Same hand shake both sides in a switchblade. One side preach God, one side scream freedom, Both send poor kids to die for a kingdom. Mama at home prayin’ through the static, Son on a drone cam turned into a target. Rich men toast while the skyline sparkles, Whole damn world turned chessboard carnage. ⸻ (Hook) Silk suits, black ties, cold hearts, Wars get designed in the shadows after dark. Everybody sellin’ dreams, everybody playin’ God, While the streets still bleed under billion-dollar stars. Money make kings, power make monsters, Politics dance with the ghosts of the conquered. They smile for the cameras while the cities fall apart, Champagne for the victors, broken homes for the lost ones. ⸻ (Verse 2) Private jets fly low through the thunder, Backroom deals make whole countries suffer. Tax-paid bombs rain fire in the summer, Then they tweet peace like they really love us. See the lobbyists dine with senators nightly, Laws get rewritten quietly, politely. Poor man steal bread, get a cell so pricey, White-collar thief buy yachts by the islands. Hollywood glamorize pain for the playlists, Rappers wear crowns while the neighborhoods cave in. Kids want diamonds, nobody want patience, Soul sold cheap in the age of surveillance. Screens full of lies, everybody divided, Algorithms turn rage into profit. Truth got drowned in the clicks and the gossip, Real revolution don’t trend when it’s honest. ⸻ (Bridge) And the preacher say, “Money is the root…” But the root got roots deeper than the truth. Whole system built where the wolves wear suits, And the innocent vanish while the guilty reboot. ⸻ (Hook) Silk suits, black ties, cold hearts, Wars get designed in the shadows after dark. Everybody sellin’ dreams, everybody playin’ God, While the streets still bleed under billion-dollar stars. Money make kings, power make monsters, Politics dance with the ghosts of the conquered. They smile for the cameras while the cities fall apart, Champagne for the victors, broken homes for the lost ones. ⸻ (Outro) Yeah… History don’t repeat, it reloads. Different president, same bankrolls. Different slogans on the same damn road. And the people still pay for the price of gold. Silk and smoke… That’s all the empire is.
