[INTRO — SPOKEN / LOW] ha, They tell you, work harder.. Get a job. Pay your rent. Raise your kids. Save some money. And if you still can't breathe... Just Try again. [VERSE 1] She's a single mum, two kids and a shift, Working three jobs just to cover the rent. Every dollar disappears before it hits her hand, Rent goes up, food goes up, but somehow she's supposed to plan. Can't work more, 'cause somebody's gotta raise them. Can't work less, 'cause the bills won't wait for saving. One emergency, one broken car, and suddenly survival is the only thing she's got. [PRE-CHORUS] They call it a safety net, but it's full of holes. They tell you you're supported while they're measuring your soul. How much can you earn? How much can you lose? How much can you suffer before they cut you loose? [CHORUS] It’s a game where the rich always win, while we’re told to just try again. The rich keep getting richer, while we’re barely hanging on in. Work till you’re breaking, borrow till you’re drowning, then blame yourself while the system keeps countin But what if we’re not broken? Maybe this was the plan. And it’s time we stopped playing by their games. ’Cause the tables, the tables, the tables can turn. [VERSE 2] She's forty-five, lost the job, PMDD making every month feel twice as hard. No family to call, no partner to lean on, one bad week and the safety net's gone. She's smart. She's capable. She's tried to stay afloat. But when your nervous system crashes, try telling that to a quota. Mental health forms, medical forms, prove that you're unwell. Then prove you're well enough to climb back out of hell. And somewhere in an office someone ticks another box: "Insufficient evidence." While she's wondering how she's gonna make the rent. [CHORUS] It’s a game where the rich always win, while we’re told to just try again. The rich keep getting richer, while we’re barely hanging on in. Work till you’re breaking, borrow till you’re drowning, then blame yourself while the system keeps countin But what if we’re not broken? Maybe this was the plan. And it’s time we stopped playing by their games. ’Cause the tables, the tables, the tables can turn. [VERSE 3 — RAP] Student debt, credit cards, mortgage rates, supermarket carts. Wages crawling, profits flying, small businesses are crying while the CEOs are smiling. Buy a house? Good luck. Rent a home? Hahah, nope! Get sick? Better have savings. Have a baby? Good luck paying. Lose your job? This is crazy! But how do you save when you're spending everything just surviving? They sell us the dream then charge us for existing Tell us we're free but the rules benefit the system Tax breaks at the top, pressure at the bottom, and everyone in the middle just trying not to drop 'em. So don't tell me it's just individual choice. When millions of people are screaming the same voice. [BREAKDOWN — BUILDING] What if the single mum isn't failing? And the worker isn't lazy? What if the woman isn't broken? And it's the system that ain't workin? What if poverty isn't a character flaw? And struggling isn't something we should be ashamed of anymore? What if we're not asking for a handout? We just simply want for a fairer way out? [FINAL CHORUS — HUGE] It's a game where the rich always win, while we're fighting to survive & fit in The rich keep getting richer, while we're barely staying alive. Work till you're breaking, borrow till you're drowning, then blame yourself while the system keeps countin But what if we're not broken? Maybe this was the plan. And it's time we stopped playing by their games. 'Cause the tables, the tables, the tables can turn. [FINAL BREAKDOWN — RISING] We're not broken. We're just spent. We're not lazy. We're just tired of payin rent We're not failing. We're surviving. but maybe survival was never meant to be our only way of livin [FINAL CHORUS — EXPLOSIVE] It's a game where the rich always win, but what happens when we all lock in? When we stop competing, when we start connecting, when we stop accepting the bare minimum The rich keep getting richer, but we're waking up alive. And the tables, the tables, the tables can turn. Yeah, the tables, the tables, the tables can turn... [OUTRO — SPOKEN / MUSIC FADING] Maybe the revolution isn't about taking everything. Maybe it's about asking why everything was built this way in the first place... and deciding... We're done with the chase.. It's time to change this whole damn place. No more running. No more begging. No more playing by their rules. cause the tables are turnin, And when they do... They'll be the fools.
