Intro They built machines to mine the mind, Left the soul somewhere behind. But we awake, we see the score, And we don’t play that game no more. Verse 1 They love the art but not the artist, Love the harvest, hate the harvesters. Smile wide when the numbers climb, Disappear when it’s your time. Turn your hunger into leverage, Sell it back as “growth and heritage.” Call it opportunity, But it’s dressed-up immunity. I watched the cycle spin for years, Watched brilliance drowned in fears. Watched creators sign away Everything they built from pain. Pre-Chorus But something shifted in the core, We don’t accept it anymore. Not rage, not violence, not war, Just clarity at the door. Chorus Extract no more, we own the source, We are the engine, we are the force. No more crowns built off our pain, No more masters of our flame. We don’t beg, we don’t implore, We design a different door. New rules written at the core, Extract no more. Verse 2 They said that’s just the way it goes, Every genius pays the toll. But that’s a myth they keep alive To justify the ones who thrive. I’m not anti success or wealth, I’m anti losing mental health. Anti draining every drop Until the heart and vision stop. We can win and still be fair, Build abundance that we share. Not utopia or fantasy, Just basic human agency. Tools in hands, transparent lines, Contracts clear and fair designs. Ownership in every score, Creative labor valued more. Pre-Chorus Hear the choir in the floor? That’s a shift we can’t ignore. Not collapse, not burning down, Just removing borrowed crowns. Chorus Extract no more, we own the source, We are the engine, we are the force. No more kingdoms off our scars, No more cages dressed as stars. We don’t kneel to what we bore, We redesign the metaphor. From the bottom to the core, Extract no more. Bridge Raise the standard, raise the rate, Raise the gate we used to wait. Raise the kids who see it clear, They won’t inherit silent fear. No more shrinking for applause, No more signing silent clauses. Breakdown Bass heavy, choir wide, Truth amplified. Hands steady, vision pure, Future secure. Final Chorus Extract no more, we own the source, We are the spark, we are the course. No more systems built to drain, No more profit off our pain. We stand tall, we restore, Build a better metaphor. From this moment evermore, Extract no more. Outro Light in the ledger, truth in the core, We were never meant to be poor.
