(Intro / Hook)
Yeah, check the mic, one-two.
Same sun, different view, tell me what you gonna do?
The Great Divide is the sickness, the truth is exposed,
The rich get the roses, the poor get the cold.
We’re talking 'bout the Gap, the income attack—
One percent on the yacht, the ninety-nine got your back.
(Verse 1)
A nine-to-five clock, but the paper barely clears,
You stack up the struggle, they just multiply the years.
They got the CEO smile and the tax-free vault,
While we drowning in debt, and it ain’t even our fault.
They push the "hustle culture," yeah, work 'til you drop dead,
But the ladder is broken, ain't no climbing to the head.
They talk 'bout merit, man, that's the ultimate lie,
When the winner's pre-picked, before you even open your eye.
The kids get the trust fund, the private school gate,
Our kids get the struggle, man, they waiting for fate.
(Hook)
It's the Great Divide, the ever-widening space,
Between the gold-plated floor and the bottom of the race.
The rich get richer, they just change the rules of the game,
While the poor get poorer, and we shout out their name.
We're paying the interest on the dreams we can't afford,
A broken promise, and a hungry, tired hoard.
(Verse 2)
They trade on your future like it's stocks on the floor,
Got a safety net woven from a billion dollars or more.
You buy the same product, but they pay less tax, see,
The whole damn structure built on our anxiety.
They preach that the ocean, it rises all the boats,
But they forgot to mention: we're wearing concrete coats!
We're fighting for crumbs, while they carving up the cake,
Every minute we work, is another dollar they take.
From the factory floor to the minimum wage pay,
We building their palace while they steal our bright day.
(Bridge)
Yo, look at the contrast, the crystal and the grime,
We gotta wake up, man, before we run out of time.
'Cause when the scale is tipping, and the pressure is high,
You gon' see the movement when the people start to fly.
(Outro / Hook)
Yeah, the Great Divide is the sickness, the truth is exposed,
The rich get the roses, the poor get the cold.
It's the Gap, the income attack—
One percent on the yacht, the ninety-nine got your back.
Peace
