You told us play fair while you changed the rules. You sold us ladders then stole the damn roof. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. We Don't Owe You Shit! We Don't Owe You Shit! They capped the loans, then taxed the dream cut the rope while we’re halfway up the beam Nine years deep with one class left now the school says, “Pay,” with a boot on my neck Future doctors in a broke-down line PhDs getting priced outta time You want a healer? You want a cure? Then why the fuck are you locking the door? Mamas crying in a courthouse hall kids in cuffs while the cameras stall ICE on the block with a Bible grin talking “law and order” with a cage built in Women bleeding while the lawmakers pray hands in our bodies from a hundred miles away You don’t trust me with my own damn womb? Then don’t ask why I don’t trust you This ain’t politics, this is a stick-up This ain’t policy, this is a setup They got judges, guns, banks, and flags We got rage in a thrift-store bag The game is rigged Fuck your board, fuck your dice Fuck your “work hard,” fuck your price The game is rigged Stacked deck, closed fist We don’t beg to exist The game is rigged So I flip that table clean Tell the whole damn machine I am not your battery No gods in the courthouse No kings in the street No chains on the future No boot on my teeth You call it debt, I call it ransom You call it law, I call it tantrum Rich kids glide through legacy halls poor kids pray that the FAFSA calls They said, “Be good, get degrees, behave” Then sold our names to a lifetime grave Interest blooms like a funeral flower while the banks get kissed by federal power And don’t come preaching “family values” when you tear up families in processing queues When the child goes silent and the mother screams that’s not a border, that’s a crime scene They want us tired, broke, polite too damn scared to bite back right But I was born in the backlash storm with a middle finger and a mouth full of horns This ain’t freedom, this is theater This ain’t justice, this is fever They write laws with a predator’s pen then act surprised when we won’t play pretend The game is rigged Fuck your board, fuck your dice Fuck your “work hard,” fuck your price The game is rigged Stacked deck, closed fist We don’t beg to exist The game is rigged So I flip that table clean Tell the whole damn machine I am not your battery I don’t want a seat at a table built from bones I don’t want a loan from a country that eats its own I don’t want your mercy I don’t want your brand I want every stolen future put back in our hands Fuck a gold star, fuck a good girl fuck a pearl-clutch, fuck a cruel world fuck your fake smile, fuck your dress code fuck the whole map where the red lines grow Fuck a gatekeep, fuck a debt trap fuck a flag pin on a blood map fuck the men who make the bans with soft little palms and bloodless hands We are not your workforce cattle not your wombs, not your chattel not your data, not your drones not your prayers, not your bones Learn the law, learn the exits learn the names on every checklist learn the weak points in the system organize so they can’t twist ’em Hands up? Nah. Heads high. We don’t vanish. We multiply. You built a cage, we found the seam now everybody wake the dream The game is rigged Fuck your board, fuck your dice Fuck your “work hard,” fuck your price The game is rigged Stacked deck, closed fist We don’t beg to exist The game is rigged So I flip that table clean Tell the whole damn machine I am not your battery The game is rigged So we - we quit your script The game is rigged So we build outside it The game is rigged Say it - with your chest We don’t owe you silence We don’t owe you debt We don’t owe you shit. We don’t owe you shit.
