[Tempo: 108 BPM — gritty grunge-rap groove] [Key: E minor] [Time: 4/4] [Tone: bitter, observational, resigned defiance] --- [Intro – 0:00–0:18] [Instrumentation: Dusty boom-bap kick; loose snare with tape hiss; detuned bass pulse; muted blues guitar harmonics; vinyl crackle.] [Vocal: Low, half-spoken male, cigarette-rasped.] > They call me white trash… But funny how the math works out. Garbage in… garbage out. --- [Verse 1 – 0:18] [Chords: | Em | G | D | A |] [Instrumentation: Bass walks lazy; guitar scratches between bars; rim-knock snare.] [Vocal: Talk-rap, conversational, unimpressed.] > Doomscroll with my coffee, poison in the feed, Told me who to hate before they told me what to read. Every screen yelling like it’s truth on sale, Facts get buried under clicks and outrage trails. They say “think for yourself,” then shove a script down your fucking throat Sell fear by the pound, keep us wired and broke Every take sponsored, every truth got a price If rage is the product, man, business is nice --- [Hook – 0:50] [Chords: | Em | D | G | A |] [Instrumentation: Chorus guitar swell; backing hums.] [Vocal: Flat, chant-like, deadpan.] > Garbage in, garbage out, That’s the part they don’t talk about. Feed us fear, feed us doubt, Act surprised when it all burns down. --- [Verse 2 – 1:15] [Chords: | Em | G | D | A |] [Instrumentation: Beat tighter; bass more aggressive.] [Vocal: Sharper phrasing, restrained anger.] They sell lies, then point fingers, and blame Fuck that — homie don’t play that game. Say it’s the poor, the brown, the ninety percent, Like the system ain’t designed to keep the debt permanent. Punchin’ down’s easier than speakin’ up, Blame the crowd for the mess while they sweep it up. They rig the board, then mock the way we lose, Garbage in, garbage out — look what you choose to produce. --- [Hook – 1:47] [Same as before, thicker backing vocals.] [Chords: | Em | D | G | A |] [Instrumentation: Chorus guitar swell; backing hums.] [Vocal: Flat, chant-like, deadpan.] > Garbage in, garbage out, That’s the part they don’t talk about. Feed us fear, feed us doubt, Act surprised when it all burns down. --- [Bridge – 2:10] [Chords: | C | D | Em | Em |] [Instrumentation: Beat drops; bass drone; guitar feedback swell.] [Vocal: Almost whispered.] > They taught us answers, never how to ask. Memorize the lie, pass the class. --- [Final Hook – 2:35] [Full instrumentation; doubled vocal.] > Garbage in, garbage out, They built the cage, then blamed the crowd. Call me white trash, say it proud — Still see the numbers clear as now. --- [Outro – 3:05] [Instrumentation: Guitar fades; vinyl crackle remains.] [Vocal: Quiet, final.] > Don’t tell me we’re broken. We’re programmed.
