Empty Promises (Fun Political bonus diss track)

[Intro] Yeah… They said we’d be better off. They said they'd fix it. But every promise feels like a trick now. We still here. Still breathin’. Still spittin’. [Verse 1] It’s hard to dream when you’re cold in the queue, Nothin' in the fridge and the rent past due. They talk big numbers in a warm debate, But I see Nan heatin’ soup off a metal plate. Five bill slashed and the news just nods, Disabled told to prove they flawed. Four points or more or you don’t exist, So they measure pain like it’s data on a list. Kids go school with a hunger ache, Clothes too small and a heart that breaks. Teachers ain’t teachers, they’re parents too, Wipin’ tears and handin’ out food. Politicians talk work like it’s always fair, But how you work when the wheelchair's there? They cut the lift, then blame the fall, Then smile on stage like they care at all. [Hook] Empty promises, we heard ‘em all, From marble halls where they write our fall. You can't feed a child with a press release, Or warm a flat with a vote for peace. They say we matter when it suits the plan, But every cut feels like a sleight of hand. Empty promises, we seen ‘em die, So we speak for the ones they leave behind. [Verse 2] Now Starmer walks with a lawyer’s pride, But the truth don’t hide in a tailored stride. Talkin’ “For the people” — but who’s on that list? When Swift show tickets get slid through the mist. Gifts roll in like a red tide swell, Taylor Swift, fine suits, hotel. Wife gets diamonds but forgot to tell, Now the questions ring like a warning bell. Councillors quit when he backed the war, Gaza’s name scribbled out of law. He said “I hear you,” but he never stayed, Just another leader that the shadows made. Policies shift like the Thames at night, And if he stands, it ain't on the left or right. He play it safe while the world burns fast, How you lead the future when you mimic the past? [Hook] Empty promises, we heard ‘em all, From marble halls where they write our fall. You can't feed a child with a press release, Or warm a flat with a vote for peace. They say we matter when it suits the plan, But every cut feels like a sleight of hand. Empty promises, we seen ‘em die, So we speak for the ones they leave behind. [Verse 3] Tourists gone, skies taxed high, Shops fold up while they privatize. NHS breathin’ through a paper bag, While the rich ride waves in a Union Jack. Winter’s comin’ and the pensioners know, That the cost of heat got a deadly glow. And if cancer don’t kill, the wait list might, When doctors flee ‘cause the pay ain’t right. You voted hope, but they sold you schemes, Now dreams get lost in policy streams. We ain’t askin’ for palaces made of gold, Just a roof, a job, and a hand to hold. [Outro] No more speeches. No more spin. Just truth… And we begin.