When is it time to go and run.

Yeah…
This one’s about the machine.
Not the faces — the system behind ‘em.
(Verse 1)
They said it’s freedom, but it feel rehearsed,
Campaign smiles hide the corporate purse.
Red tie, blue tie, same back room,
Deals get signed while the hope meets doom.
Lobby money stackin’ like a poker hand,
Bills get passed we don’t understand.
Good men ran with a heart so clean,
Got swallowed whole by the party machine.
Truth gets twisted, spun for a vote,
Real ones drowned while the liars float.
You start with fire, you end up tame,
Sell a little soul just to stay in the game.
(Hook)
Power ain’t pure, it corrodes the good,
Turns bright intentions into “if I could.”
Every revolution starts with a spark,
But the system loves draggin’ light to the dark.
It ain’t about color, it’s hunger for control,
Ambition eating at the human soul.
We keep losing leaders with heart and vision,
To greed disguised as “political position.”
(Verse 2)
History heavy with idealist graves,
Dreamers get buried, tyrants get praise.
Speak too loud? You get pushed aside.
Play too honest? They kill your stride.
It’s headlines, scandals, smear campaigns,
Truth gets buried in the ratings game.
Divide the people, keep ‘em afraid,
While billionaires profit off the charade.
Good ones leave ‘cause they won’t conform,
Can’t stay warm in a moral storm.
Integrity costs more than fame,
And the pure get burned by the power flame.
(Bridge)
It’s not a race, it’s a thirst for rule,
An old-world hunger dressed up new.
Left wing, right wing — same old bird,
Flappin’ loud but rarely heard.
If we want better, we build it small,
Community first, not crowns and halls.
Real change don’t start in a throne,
It starts in the courage to stand alone.
(Final Hook / Outro)
Power ain’t pure, but people can be,
When they choose truth over dynasty.
The good ain’t dead — they’re just pushed back,
Waiting for a moment to counterattack.
Not with violence — with vision clear,
Less corruption, less fear.
If the system breaks the righteous few,
Then maybe it’s time we build something new.

But good. Luck. 

Cause we fucked  

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