The Game.

There’s a man in a tower made of silver and glass

Counting his fortune while the poor scrape past

He’s sipping on vintage, eating off gold

While a mother on welfare feels bitter and cold

There’s the middle-class father who’s breaking his back

Paycheck to paycheck, always under attack

Taxes and prices keep climbing up high

While the rich get the write-offs and wave them goodbye

It’s the same old world, just a different game

Some get the money, some shoulder the blame

Luck or hard labor, the truth stays the same

We’re all trying to live while they’re rigging the game

There’s a hard-working woman who cleans every floor

Rises at dawn, leaves her dreams at the door

While a gambler wins big with one lucky hand

Buys himself cars and a house on demand

There’s a genius in debt who can’t get a start

Crafting solutions, a beautiful heart

While the fool with connections, born into wealth

Buys all the power to serve only himself

It’s the same old world, just a different game

Some get the money, some shoulder the blame

Luck or hard labor, the truth stays the same

We’re all trying to live while they’re rigging the game

But the value of people ain’t measured in gold

Not in the titles or things that they hold

It’s how they treat others when no one can see

That’s the wealth that defines you and me

It’s the same old world, just a different game

Some get the money, some shoulder the blame

Luck or hard labor, the truth stays the same

We’re all trying to live while they’re rigging the game

So raise up your voice for the ones left behind

The quiet, the humble, the true and the kind

We may not be wealthy, but we’ll always know

It’s the heart of the people that makes the world grow