F.T.G

Verse 1 Streetlights flicker like they know what’s comin’ Sirens in the distance, same song keep hummin’ Paper in the pocket but the value keep droppin’ Dreams get auctioned while the cameras keep watchin’ They call it order when the silence get louder Call it progress when they push us to the outer Every new bill got a chain in the fine print Every free speech got a shadow behind it Chorus Five hearts beatin’, two hands controllin’ One system smilin’ while the other is foldin’ Laws like a cage with the key out of reach Truth gettin’ buried under everything they preach We speak in the dark ‘cause the light got a price Two suits decide what we sacrifice Oppression don’t knock — it just rearranges the ice Verse 2 School books thin and the history selective Teach you the surface, hide the real perspective Neighborhoods change like they flipped a switch Same faces pushed out while the rent get rich They plant the cameras then act surprised When the people start askin’ who opened their eyes Justice wear a blindfold but still pick the side Freedom on the menu but the portions denied Chorus Five hearts beatin’, two hands controllin’ One system smilin’ while the other is foldin’ Laws like a cage with the key out of reach Truth gettin’ buried under everything they preach We speak in the dark ‘cause the light got a price Two suits decide what we sacrifice Oppression don’t knock — it just rearranges the ice Verse 3 Nighttime quiet but the tension still thick Every locked door got a story behind it They count the votes but they already know Which way the wind and the money both blow Youth get the blame while the old keep the gold Future on layaway, never get sold We raise our voices just to watch ‘em get muted Same cycle spinnin’, same people excluded Chorus Five hearts beatin’, two hands controllin’ One system smilin’ while the other is foldin’ Laws like a cage with the key out of reach Truth gettin’ buried under everything they preach We speak in the dark ‘cause the light got a price Two suits decide what we sacrifice Oppression don’t knock — it just rearranges the ice Outro Five still standin’… two still pretendin’ the floor ain’t crackin’.