[Intro]
Yo, yo, listen to the story,
About East and West, who wins and who pays the glory...
[Verse 1]
Stiglitz shouts loud, “The East is lost,”
Twice as poor, with capital exhaust.
Germany profits, we work for the least,
Resources drained, fate chained to the beast.
Poland warns, stagnation hits hard,
Romania grows, but still plays the guard.
BNR speaks, deficits are real,
Regional champions? None in the deal.
[Chorus]
East keeps working, West keeps reaping,
Money flows out, while no one's peeping.
Romania dreams, but stays confined,
In the global game, where power's declined.
[Verse 2]
PwC and Deloitte, reports are clear,
Investments come, but never steer.
Economic boom, a bitter twist,
Fast growth now, but future missed.
Economic press says: “Challenges immense,”
East stays peripheral, West climbs the fence.
A modern empire, with market rules,
But East remains trapped, playing by tools.
[Chorus]
East keeps working, West keeps reaping,
Money flows out, while no one's peeping.
Romania dreams, but stays confined,
In the global game, where power's declined.
[Verse 3]
Euros come in waves, but leave in silence,
Corporations rule, no room for defiance.
Factories closed, forests gone,
East gets sold on promises withdrawn.
Youth depart, elders remain,
Villages fade, cities complain.
Subsidies on paper, pockets stay bare,
Romania dreams, but dreams despair.
[Verse 4]
EU funds? Sure, but with strings tight,
Contracts twisted, hidden from sight.
West demands, but rarely gives,
East survives, but barely lives.
Fiscal laws from foreign hands,
Autonomy lost in shifting sands.
We're in the Union, but not the same,
A partnership with uneven game.
[Verse 5]
But the voice of the street won’t fade, it grows,
Rap is the weapon when hope no longer flows.
From Brașov to Iași, Cluj to Galați,
Truth gets spit, no need for masks.
East ain’t weak, just caught in the grind,
But its soul is a poem, one of a kind.
From concrete and sweat, from pain and fire,
A force is born that won’t expire.
[Outro / Copy]
“East in the shadow of West” – the street’s voice,
Rap of truth, not a corporate choice.
Not just stats, but raw reality,
An economic flow, etched in memory.
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