[Verse 1]
Ayy, they built a trap in a suit-and-tie disguise—
SSA’s just bills in a briefcase, stealin’ Grandma’s light.
We worked our hands to dust, but the promise got ghost,
Retirement? Nah—just a scarecrow in a three-piece coat.
This ain’t welfare, it’s warfare—they profit off our pain,
Turnin’ hope into numbers, blood into decimal points.
But we ain’t digits, we dirt—seed-breathin’, rain-fed,
Kick off your loafers, sis—souls grow through the pavement cracks.
[Chorus]
Barefoot on the concrete, we march where the system lied—
Burn the paper kings, let the sun be our guide.
God ain’t in their vaults—She’s the soil where we rise,
New earth in our fists, yeah—we’re the fireflies.
[Verse 2]
They call it “security”—same as callin’ chains “bracelets,”
We got ancestors hummin’ freedom through the static.
Grandpa’s sweat built their towers, now they charge him rent,
But we got a new math—love x grit = heaven’s scent.
Ministry? Nah—we just plant gardens in the ruins,
Share soup, swap seeds, let the greedy keep their coupons.
Apocalypse now? Sweet—means “lift the veil,”
Truth ain’t a lecture… it’s the itch in the jail.
[Bridge]
Clap back when they say we’re “too much trouble,”
Every broken promise just makes our roots double.
SSA’s a slot machine—we’re the jackpot,
God’s not their CEO—She’s the dandelion bustin’ concrete.
Chorus
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