Plain Sight

(Intro Chorus-melodic rap)

They hide it in plain sight, yeah, the dark don’t sleep—

Trafficked in the night, while the suits stay neat—

Corrupt to the core, blood on the throne—

Government’s a graveyard, we’re just bones—

(bones… bones…)

They smile on TV, but the basement’s a scream—

Kids in the shadows, lost in their dream—

(Verse 1 – double-time, sharp, no breath, relentless flow)

Yo, shadows in the Capitol, suits with blood on their cuffs—

Peddling kids like stocks, while we scroll through the fluff—

Launder it clean through NGOs, charities, trust—

Cameras flash grins, but the basements stay hushed—

Double-crossed by the badge, badge by the bench—

Judges trade favors like fentanyl hits—

FBI logs vanish, redacted in ink—

Whistleblowers ghosted, bodies sink in the drink— They hide it in plain sight, yeah, the dark don’t sleep—

Trafficked in the night, while the suits stay neat—

Corrupt to the core, blood on the throne—

Government’s a graveyard, we’re just bones—

(Verse 2 – faster, punchier, switch schemes—internal rhymes, assonance)

Epstein’s island playbook still on reload—

Politicians play golf with the devils they know—

Girls in the crates? Just “missing,” no code—

Cops look the other way, pockets full of gold—

Black budgets bleed, black sites breed—

Tunnels under D.C., where the innocents plead—

They traffic in silence, encrypted in code—

While the world scrolls TikTok, the real horror’s exposed— Listen close—hear the chains?

That’s your tax dollars, rattling names—

They call it “protection,” we call it a cage—

Wake up, or stay buried on their page— They hide it in plain sight, yeah, the dark don’t sleep—

Trafficked in the night, while the suits stay neat—

Corrupt to the core, blood on the throne—

Government’s a graveyard—

Yo—shadows in the Senate, blood on the gavel—

They auction off innocence like it’s cattle—

NGOs front the cash, but the cash comes back—

Laundered through foundations, no paper trail, no crack—

Judges sign off on the silence, ink still wet—

FBI files shredded, “national threat”—

Whistleblowers vanish—car crash, heart attack—

While the headlines read “suicide,” we know it’s a hack—

Epstein’s blueprint’s still running, updated, refined—

Politicians trade votes like they trade kids online—

Tunnels beneath the White House, lit by red LEDs—

Where the screams get muffled by the sound of decrees—

Black budgets bleed into black sites, black ops—

Cops raid the wrong house, let the real ones hop—

They call it “protection,” we call it a trap—

Every missing kid’s just a number on their map—

So keep scrolling, keep liking, keep numb—

While the basement keeps humming, and the dark keeps coming— Listen—hear the click? That’s the lock on the cage—

Tax-funded tunnels, where the light never plays—

They map it in spreadsheets, label it “aid”—

While the children get numbered, their futures erased—

Black ops on the payroll, redacted in haste—

Senators sip wine, kids get replaced—

By drones in the sky, by lies on the screen—

By “national security,” the dirtiest scene—

They trade flesh like futures, futures like coal—

Burn the evidence, keep the whole thing on roll—

Whistleblowers choke on the gas they inhale—

Cops plant the stories, then call it “detail”—

Epstein’s ghost laughs from the yacht in the bay—

While the media spins it as “conspiracy day”—

But the chains don’t rust—your silence just feeds—

The beast in the basement, the one no one sees—

So scream if you gotta, but scream through the mic—

’Cause the suits in the spotlight? They own every spike—

They’ll bury your voice in the noise of the feed—

While the kids keep disappearing—yeah, that’s the speed—

We’re pawns in their game, checkmate every night—

But the board’s made of bone, and the king’s out of sight—

So rise, or just rot—your choice, no delay—

’Cause the dark don’t sleep… and neither should we—

Bones… bones… bones… And we’re still breathing.