(Verse 1)
We walk the streets with our heads down low,
Carrying dreams that we’re dying to show.
They say the game’s fair if you play it right,
But the rules change quiet in the dead of night.
We’re building towers we’ll never live in,
Turning the gears just to keep ’em spinning.
They call it balance, they call it fate—
But the numbers don’t lie, and the scale ain’t straight.
(Pre-Chorus)
And when we speak up, they say “don’t start,”
Like the truth is a crime or a broken heart.
But the cracks in the system are showing fast,
You can’t bury a storm that’s built to last.
(Chorus)
It’s the 99% in the shadows of the shine,
And the 1% standing on the gold they mined.
Everybody knows, but they don’t want to admit
That the line’s been drawn, and we’re standing on it.
Yeah, the truth hits hard when you finally see
How the weight of the world got stacked unevenly.
They say it’s all fine—but we’re living in it.
It’s more real… more real than they want to admit.
(Verse 2)
We clock in hours they’ll never feel,
Trade our time for a spinning wheel.
They sell us hope on a credit plan,
But the price goes up every time we stand.
We’re told to hustle, told to try,
Told to reach for a shrinking sky.
But the ladder’s missing half its rungs,
Still they blame the climb on our tired lungs.
(Pre-Chorus)
And when we rise up, they say “stay calm,”
Like we shouldn’t notice the ticking bomb.
But a whispered truth becomes a roar
When the quiet can’t take the silence anymore.
(Chorus)
It’s the 99% in the shadows of the shine,
And the 1% standing on the gold they mined.
Everybody knows, but they don’t want to admit
That the line’s been drawn, and we’re standing on it.
Yeah, the truth hits hard when you finally see
How the weight of the world got stacked unevenly.
They say it’s all fine—but we’re living in it.
It’s more real… more real than they want to admit.
(Bridge)
We’re the hands that build, the voices unheard,
The story that’s real but gets blurred word by word.
And maybe someday the scales will shift,
But change never comes without someone’s lift.
And we’re lifting…
(Final Chorus)
’Cause we’re the 99% in the shadows of the shine,
And the 1% still guarding every bottom line.
Everybody sees, even if they won’t admit,
There’s a fuse lit long and we’re all near it.
But truth burns bright when the lights finally hit—
And it’s more real… more real than they want to admit.
Hbros
