Guess What We're Fucked

Guess What, We're Fucked Verse 1 Yeah, dusty drums, crackle in the speaker's breath, Headlines readin' like they're countin' down to death. Kids grow fast while the truth grows thin, Everybody sellin' souls with a polished grin. Pocket full of dreams, but the rent got claws, Every day's another fight against invisible laws. Neighbors don't wave, everybody scrollin' feeds, Plantin' plastic flowers where we should've planted seeds. Clock keep tickin', but it's missin' the groove, Everybody got an opinion, nobody wanna move. So I lace these words with the weight of the proof, Tryna build a little shelter from a leakin' roof. Chorus Guess what... we're fucked, that's the word on the street, Still I lace hope tight to the soul of the beat. If the sky falls down, let it crash with the drums, We'll be standin' ten toes when tomorrow comes. Guess what... we're fucked, yeah, the joke ain't new, But the mic still works, so I'm speakin' what's true. Verse 2 Politicians promise sunshine, hand us rain, Corporate smiles count another family's pain. History repeatin' in a fresh pair of shoes, Different logo, same people makin' the rules. Mama work doubles, daddy lost his trade, Youngblood hustle just to dodge the cascade. Everybody yellin', nobody hearin' sound, Truth gets buried six feet underground. I'm from the school where the records got scars, Where lyrics hit harder than a fleet of fast cars. So I write for the workers and the tired and broke, Every line throwin' sparks through the industry's smoke. Chorus Guess what... we're fucked, that's the word on the street, Still I lace hope tight to the soul of the beat. If the sky falls down, let it crash with the drums, We'll be standin' ten toes when tomorrow comes. Guess what... we're fucked, yeah, the joke ain't new, But the mic still works, so I'm speakin' what's true. Verse 4 I ain't preachin', I'm just paintin' what I see, Broken mirrors show reflections of reality. Dreams get taxed while the rich count stacks, Whole neighborhoods disappear behind the facts. But my people still laugh at the cookout flame, Still hold each other down when the world's insane. That's resistance in its purest form, Findin' warm hearts in the middle of the storm. Every scratch in the vinyl got a story to tell, How we made heaven echoes in a corner of hell. So salute every fighter with dirt on their hands, Buildin' hope brick by brick where everybody stands. Verse 5 Maybe one day they'll replay these bars, Like messages hidden in the dust of the stars. Say we wasn't silent when the walls closed in, We chose truth over comfort, over easy wins. Guess what? Yeah, the title sounds rough, But survivin' together means we're stronger than enough. Every beat's a heartbeat, every rhyme's a spark, Little flames shine brightest in the deepest dark. So when they ask what kept the spirit alive, Say the music gave a reason just to survive. Boom bap forever, let the record rotate, Even if we're bruised, we still create our fate.