Verse 1
There’s a tightness in my chest these days
When I hear them speak in polished ways
“Just a shift in policy”
Yeah — not for you and me
Another rate goes climbing high
Another “temporary” lie
They say the system’s working fine
Must be nice on their side
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Pre-Chorus
They don’t feel the strain
They don’t see the cracks
They don’t sit at tables
Where the numbers don’t add back
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🔥 Chorus
They’re counting their gold
While we’re counting our breath
Trying to stay afloat
With a boot on our chest
They call it growth
We call it getting old
They’re counting gold
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Verse 2
Mum’s cutting corners at the store
Dad’s picking up one shift more
Kids don’t see it yet
But they feel the stress
They raise the rates and call it smart
Like numbers ain’t tied to a heart
They’ll never know the fear
Of losing what you built for years
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Pre-Chorus
They don’t hear the prayers
In the dark at night
They don’t see the man
Trying not to break in front of his wife
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🔥 Chorus
They’re counting their gold
While we’re counting our breath
Trying to stay afloat
With a boot on our chest
They call it business
We call it control
They’re counting gold
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🔥 CHANT SECTION (crowd stomping beat)
(Drums drop to stomp-clap rhythm)
Hey!
Who’s it for? — Not us!
Hey!
Who pays more? — We do!
Hey!
Who gets rich? — They do!
Hey!
Who stands tall? — We do!
We do!
We do!
We do!
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Bridge (sharp soul, gritty)
But listen close —
We ain’t broken
Just bent
We ain’t silent
Just spent
You can own the banks
You can own the loans
But you don’t own
Our backbone
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Final Chorus (bigger, anthemic)
They’re counting their gold
While we’re counting our strength
Still standing up
Still giving our best
You can raise the walls
You can tighten control
But you’ll never own
Our soul
johno72
