(Verse 1) (Rap) Yeah, they promise you gold, but they pay you in dust, Five years deep, now they’re breakin' your trust. Sayin' “you’re lucky,” like we should bow, But we’re stuck in the past, paychecks frozen somehow. They got suits in glass towers, lookin’ down from above, Clueless to the grind, while they’re pushin’ and shove. We’re cogs in the machine, yeah, day after day, Chasin' dreams they sold us that they’ll never pay. (Chorus) (Heavy bass, raw vocal delivery with intense drums) Oh, we’re sold for pennies, workin’ like dogs, Promised the stars, but left in the fog. They don’t see faces, they just see names, We’re burnin' out while they play their games. Yeah, they say “work hard,” “you’ll get your due,” But we’re cashin' in hours, never breakin' through. (Verse 2) (Rap) Patron don’t know me, wouldn’t care if I fell, To them, we’re numbers they can buy and sell. Workin’ overtime just to barely get by, They watch from above while we run dry. Raise? Nah, man, that’s just a ghost, They’ll string you along till you’re burnt like toast. Sellin’ you visions of some kinda reward, But at the end, it’s a thankless board. (Bridge) (Beat slows down, low synth hums) (Spoken word over a deep bass thump) They call it a career, but it’s more like a cage, Packaged promises just to keep us engaged. They don’t see the nights we lose, the stress we gain, To them, we’re fuel in a profit game. What’s a life worth? Just numbers on a screen, While they get rich, we’re lost in the machine. (Chorus) (Louder, layered with a powerful bass beat) Oh, we’re sold for pennies, workin’ like dogs, Promised the stars, but left in the fog. They don’t see faces, they just see names, We’re burnin' out while they play their games. Yeah, they say “work hard,” “you’ll get your due,” But we’re cashin' in hours, never breakin' through. (Pause - Silence) (Bass and drums return with a dark, industrial beat) (Verse 3) (Rap) Every new hire’s just a number to flip, Five years in, and they give you the slip. Sayin’ “cut costs,” while they cash in their checks, Got no respect, just demands and specs. They say “we’re family,” but you’re out the door, Once you’re used up, they don’t need you no more. Empty words, hollow praise, promises thin, No raise, no thanks, just a corporate spin. (Chorus - Final, intense with layers of vocal echoes and strong kick) Oh, we’re sold for pennies, workin’ like dogs, Promised the stars, but left in the fog. They don’t see faces, they just see names, We’re burnin' out while they play their games. Yeah, they say “work hard,” “you’ll get your due,” But we’re cashin' in hours, never breakin' through. (Outro) (Low bass hum with faint, steady drum beat, fading out) (Spoken) They keep us in line, tell us we’re fine, But one day we’ll rise, and we’ll break that line.
