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- They sold us bootstrap scriptures in a billionaire’s whisper
- Trickle down elixir mixed with Reagan era liquor
- Now every red capped sinner quotes the winner take all scripture
- While the architect of the swindle just siphers the rivers of silver
- Delivered through Fox News filters, talk radio shivers
- Turned “pull yourself up” into a suicide trigger
- Now the same hands that built the skyscrapers live in fear of one missed paycheck, triggered
- Eviction notice stickers on the same doors that used to have “God Bless This Home” fixtures
- Pictures of kids flicker on phones with cracked screens, no data, no signal
- Just a reminder that freedom ain’t free—it’s a rental
- And the landlord’s a hedge fund phantom in the Caymans, sipping something expensive and gentle
- While we argue about pronouns and statues, he’s dismantling the rental
- Continental shift in the wealth drift, stealth pimp with a velvet grip
- Turned the working class into a cult that worships its own crucifixion
- Fiction sold as ambition: “Anyone can make it!”
- While the game’s been rigged since Reagan waved at the cameras and winked at the rich men
- Children of the rust belt trust wealth, salute the orange god king
- Vote to gut their own healthcare just to watch the libs cry and sing
- Sing along with the choir, red hats higher than the rent they can’t pay
- One paycheck away from the curb, but “own the libs” on layaway
- They say “socialism” like it’s Satan’s new nickname
- While Bezos makes more in a sneeze than they’ll see in six lifetimes of the same pain
- Same game, name changed, shame aimed at the minimum wage lames
- While the architects of the cage came, champagne rain on a private plane
- Insane—how the brainwashed protect the hand that keeps ‘em chained
- Yellin’ “freedom” while the FEMA camp rumors keep ‘em trained
- Entertained by the outrage machine, dopamine fiend for the culture war flame
- While the real war’s on the poor, and the score’s lookin’ more and more the same
- They blame the immigrant, the feminist, the kid with the painted nails
- But never the inheritance babies snortin’ adderall off gold plated scales
- Hell, the spell’s so potent they’ll storm the Capitol in their dead daddy’s work boots
- Still believing the loot trickles down if they just stay loyal and salute
- Absolute truth: we’ve been duped, seduced by the suit and tie Lucifer
- Neoliberal voodoo turned “We the People” into “Me and my nuclear”
- Now the future’s a food stamp funeral, Uber to the plasma center
- One flat tire from the shelter, one sick kid from surrender
- Remember: they sold us the dream in high def splendor
- Then flipped the script—now the dream’s the lender, and we’re the indentured
- Forever.
- It’s the pyramid scheme, they engineered the dream, steered the regime
- Severe with the steam, to sear at the seams of your self esteem
- Establish a lavish magic to mask it, putting the cash in the casket
- Then taxing the bastards, relax while they crafting the plastic
- Fantastic voyage, to destroy us with neoliberalism
- A hero’s delusional prism, creating a feudalism, a beautiful prison
- Where you defend the villain who’s stealing your vision with cynicism
- They caused the schism, then taught you to worship the cataclysm.
- See, the trickle down? It never trickled down, look at the fickle clown
- Wearing the brick crown, kicking the sick hound in the sickle town
- They sold you the myth, the grift, the shift, the riff of the rift
- Now you working the graveyard shift, waiting on a lift off a cliff
- It’s business, get with this, I’m bearing the witness, the sickness
- Of billionaires buying the fitness of politicians for Christmas
- They lobby the hobby, making the robbery sloppy but godly
- Creating a monopoly while you playing Monopoly badly.
- Now watch the vote choke, the hope broke, the mirrors and smoke
- You worship the bloke who treats you like a literal joke
- The red hat’s the cape, the bed that you make, the federal snake
- You fed him a steak, now you starving with bread on your plate
- It’s class war disguised as a culture clash, vultures dash
- To pulverize the culture’s cash, burning the mulch to ash
- They told you to fear the queer and the migrant worker
- While the tyrant lurker is really the silent murderer.
- One pay check away from the gray deck, the train wreck
- The layaway, the mayhem, the street where the strays slept
- Subject to neglect, a defect in the prefect project
- You elect to protect the sect that put their foot on your neck
- It’s Stockholm Syndrome inside the lock up, the stock’s up
- While the landlord mocks us, putting the locks up on the box trucks
- Sold you the cell, then sold you the keys to the hells
- Buying the bylines, bye bye to the wishing wells.
- It’s a hoard, they bored, sitting on boards, drawing the swords
- While you ignored the fact you can’t afford the Ford
- You driving toward the edge, pledging allegiance to hedges
- Ledgers and dredges, hanging by finger tips on the ledges
- Thinking the billionaire is the savior of labor?
- That’s major erratic behavior, don’t do me no favors
- He’s draining the swamp just to fill it with gators
- Traitors in skyscrapers, paper chasers and raiders.
- So we groan at the loan, skin and bone on the throne of the unknown
- The middle class is blown, overthrown by the drone
- Of the monologue, analogue sheep lost in the fog
- Sold the shop to the wolf and now we sleeping with dogs.
- "The Greatest Hustle Ever Sold"
- Dead in the middle of the swindle, little did we know
- They riddled us with trickle down, the riddle of the status quo
- Middle class diminished, finished—business peddled the undertow
- Billionaires inherited the merit while the workers stay below
- They enterprisin', advisin' financial advisers on the franchise
- While revisin' policies, devisin' crises, supervisin' our demise
- Realizin' dividends are risin' for the wise guys in disguise
- Widen the horizon, mesmerizin' lies until the worker dies
- Catchin' every wreck, blastin' every check, smashin' safety nets
- Passin' every threat to disconnect what little we can get
- Reagan in the flesh, Thatcher confessin'—any last regrets?
- The masses placed their bets, now the debts are all that's left—bereft
- See the Kochs and Murdochs merged, converged to serve the serpent's purpose
- First they purchased churches, converted workers, made 'em nervous
- Dispersed conservative curses through the surface, service worthless
- Lurkin' merchants hurtin' working persons—observance of the circus
- FOX confused the crews, the ruse they used to fuse the hate through news
- Reduced unions, seduced views, induced abuse in misconstrued
- Produced conclusions to delude, obtruded truth—excuse the crude
- Introduced the noose, profuse excuse—the working man gets screwed
- And we don't stress? They programmed the oppressed to acquiesce
- Vote against their interest while they're stressed toward homelessness
- MAGA manifest, the dispossessed express the bitterness
- One paycheck from the mess—progress suppressed—grotesqueness
- It starts strong, then lessens, when you restin', recession sets in
- Left them with so much stress—bless them with no protections
- Welcome to Hell, son, the threshold where they sell deception
- Face the serpent in elections, laced your person with misdirection
- We brave in the heart, but they played their part amazingly smart
- Razor sharp propaganda tore the working class apart
- State of the art manipulation executed from the start
- Sold us neoliberal poison—now watch the whole world fall apart
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