“For the People”

Rap, triple hi-hat, 100-110 bpm, trap beat rage, 808 kick drum, drop bass, piano note minor

V3.5

Nepotism’s the rule, blood ties the only bond,
Kids, wives, and kin get seats, while public funds are gone.
People scream in hunger, crisis growing tight,
But they shut their eyes, building palaces high while we beg in sight.

Chorus
Rise up, fight, don’t bow to the fake,
They’re on top, we’re below—but that’s not fate.
We’ll tear down the thrones built on lies and shame,
No more room for them to party on our pain.

Verse 2
Budgets skyrocket, but whose pockets get fat?
Schools broken, roads full of holes, yet money stacks high—where’s it at?
Every season the same old lies, “for the people,” they say,
But it’s all about keeping their seats, come what may.

Crisis is here, but they don’t move an inch,
Busy scheming for tax hikes while they eat without flinch.
People shout, prices sky-high beyond reach,
But to them, it’s just data—numbers lost in a spreadsheet.

Verse 3
Blind, deaf, clueless to the people’s cries,As long as they’re stealing, they don’t care who dies.
They act like this land’s their inherited right,While we’re left alone to fight without sight.
We’re not pawns on their game board for show,
Our voices aren’t just background noise in their flow.
As long as we have courage, we won’t stay still,
Shake their thrones so they know, we’re not something to kill.

Chorus
Rise up, fight, don’t bow to the fake,They’re on top, we’re below—but that’s not fate.We’ll tear down the thrones built on lies and shame,No more room for them to party on our pain.

Outro
This is our voice, a cry that can’t be blocked,
Against the arrogant power, we’ll shake their rock.
From the people, for the people, rising into the new,
No matter how hard, we’ll shout our truth.

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Verse 1 Look at those golden chairs, they sit in comfort and pride, While the people cry out in the streets, left behind. Sweet promises—just empty words on a podium, Corruption flows deep, filling pockets in their vacuum. Nepotism’s the rule, blood ties the only bond, Kids, wives, and kin get seats, while public funds are gone. People scream in hunger, crisis growing tight, But they shut their eyes, building palaces high while we beg in sight. Chorus Rise up, fight, don’t bow to the fake, They’re on top, we’re below—but that’s not fate. We’ll tear down the thrones built on lies and shame, No more room for them to party on our pain. Verse 2 Budgets skyrocket, but whose pockets get fat? Schools broken, roads full of holes, yet money stacks high—where’s it at? Every season the same old lies, “for the people,” they say, But it’s all about keeping their seats, come what may. Crisis is here, but they don’t move an inch, Busy scheming for tax hikes while they eat without flinch. People shout, prices sky-high beyond reach, But to them, it’s just data—numbers lost in a spreadsheet. Chorus Rise up, fight, don’t bow to the fake, They’re on top, we’re below—but that’s not fate. We’ll tear down the thrones built on lies and shame, No more room for them to party on our pain. Verse 3 Blind, deaf, clueless to the people’s cries,As long as they’re stealing, they don’t care who dies. They act like this land’s their inherited right,While we’re left alone to fight without sight. We’re not pawns on their game board for show, Our voices aren’t just background noise in their flow. As long as we have courage, we won’t stay still, Shake their thrones so they know, we’re not something to kill. Chorus Rise up, fight, don’t bow to the fake,They’re on top, we’re below—but that’s not fate.We’ll tear down the thrones built on lies and shame,No more room for them to party on our pain. Outro This is our voice, a cry that can’t be blocked, Against the arrogant power, we’ll shake their rock. From the people, for the people, rising into the new, No matter how hard, we’ll shout our truth.

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