Lyrics
[Verse]
Locked in towers, high above the fray,
Sippin' champagne, countin' profits all day.
Sending orders, like pieces on a board,
Chess game, pawns bleed, kings hoard.
[Chorus]
Rich find the gold, poor feel the pain,
War drums beat, drown in the rain.
Soldiers march, stacking up graves,
While they fly high, ridin' on waves.
[Verse 2]
Suit and tie, never see the dirt,
Monopoly money, don’t feel the hurt.
Pockets deep, while we dig our own,
Graveyards fill, they sit on their throne.
[Bridge]
Helicopters fly, dropping from the sky,
Kids without dads, mothers cry.
Dynasties built on the bones of the brave,
They celebrate victories, while we're enslaved.
[Chorus]
Rich find the gold, poor feel the pain,
War drums beat, drown in the rain.
Soldiers march, stacking up graves,
While they fly high, ridin' on waves.
[Verse 3]
Behind the curtain, pulling the strings,
Fine suits, dances, diamond rings.
Tales of glory, soaked in the gore,
We're the fodder, they just want more.
Style
aggressive dark rap
Prompt
Rap song about how the rich plan the wars and that the working and poor classes fight in it for them. The rich enjoy the rewards of war, but the people suffer from it.
Credits
Prompt by
Kevin Laden
Kevin Laden GeneratedOct 28, 2024
ModelAria v3.5
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