Intro (spoken / low beat) They told us it was normal They told us it was stable But nothing that rots the future Was ever sustainable Verse 1 – The Illusion We swim in plastic dreams and dopamine highs Cheap shit, fake smiles, CPI lies Everything digital, nothing feels real Work all your life, still stuck on the wheel They say money’s neutral, just paper and trust But somehow my future keeps turning to dust I trade hours for numbers that bleed every year They print it at night, then act shocked we feel fear They say “growth is health,” but I see decay GDP up while the soul rots away Got more screens than trees, more debt than hope More pills than purpose, taught how to cope Hook Money is time, money is breath Print it from nothing, you finance death Call it policy, I call it theft Stealing tomorrow to dodge today’s test Money is truth or money is lie You can’t cheat the math, you just postpone the cry I won’t let my kids pay interest on fear I’d rather burn now than rot for years Verse 2 – The Crime They say “it’s complex,” “you wouldn’t understand” Funny how complex always helps who commands New money first hits suits and banks By the time it hits us? Empty tanks That’s not inflation, that’s a silent gun Pointed at savers, pulled slow, one by one No vote, no consent, no opt-out clause Just shrink-flation theft wrapped in applause They socialize loss, privatize gain Call it stability, I call it insane Zombie corps fed while builders starve Markets on life support, cut from the carve Interest isn’t discovered, it’s set in a room By suits playing God with the shape of our doom They price our future with a spreadsheet guess Then blame the people when the system’s a mess Hook Money is time, money is breath Print it from nothing, you finance death Call it stimulus, I call it theft Stealing tomorrow to dodge today’s test Money is truth or money is lie You can’t cheat the math, you just postpone the cry I won’t let my kids pay interest on fear I’d rather burn now than rot for years Verse 3 – The Father I’m not a trader, I’m not chasing green I’m a father thinking decades ahead of the scene I don’t want my son asking “why didn’t you act?” When the bill came due and the world fucking cracked You say “manage the decay,” I hear “accept death” Slow bleed, soft lies, poisoned breath You call it humane, I call it weak Truth hurts once, lies kill slow and deep Yeah, the switch hurts, yeah, people will cry But people cry anyway when you starve them with lies You can’t medicate reality You can’t print integrity So I choose the fire, not the fog Choose the truth, not the dog I won’t worship comfort bought with chains I’ll take the pain that actually cleans Bridge (half-time, almost spoken) Value can’t be conjured Time can’t be faked Every lie compounds Every delay gets paid You don’t fix rot with more paint You don’t heal debt with denial You either face the mirror now Or hand hell to your child Verse 4 – Bitcoin Bitcoin ain’t perfect, it ain’t polite It doesn’t care about your model or your might No printer, no ruler, no bailout phone Just rules, math, and proof of work shown Early holders gotta eat like you They bleed sats when they need real value too No kings forever, no free ride throne You earn your claim or you’re left alone Circular flow, not stolen gain Production rewarded, not leverage and pain Hard money disciplines, soft money lies One builds futures, one feeds the flies This ain’t utopia, this ain’t peace It’s honesty with no release No more hiding, no more pretend Just cause, effect, and consequence end Final Hook (big, epic) Money is time, money is breath Print it from nothing, you finance death Call it survival, I call it theft Stealing tomorrow to dodge today’s test Money is truth or money is lie You can’t cheat the math, you just postpone the cry I choose the fire so my kids can breathe From fiat’s ashes — we fucking leave Outro You say it’s too extreme I say what’s extreme is lying forever The crash isn’t the choice The lie was
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