Untitled Song

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