Amber's balled

Yeah… I stood in your lines, I played your games,

But when the smoke clears, only tyrants choke on their own flames.

The plague don’t knock, it just moves, and it remembers…

You called it structure, I call it chains,

Red banners on the wall, but it’s all blood stains.

Amber the tyrant with a clipboard crown,

Marching like Robespierre in a two-bit town.

“Comrade, you’re late” while you sip that wine,

But the hammer don’t fall on your clock, just mine.

Communism cosplay in a corporate dress,

Preach equality — but you hoard the checks.

The lines stretch long for your broken kings,

Heads would roll, if history had strings.

Your empire of shadows, rot in every hall,

I’d see you guillotined at the unemployment call.

Hypocrites rot in their thrones of lies,

Predators hide, but the silence cries.

I spit on your kingdom, I piss on your creed,

Karma cuts deeper when the tyrants bleed.

GM got axed, now he’s waiting in line,

Talking ‘bout hustle with a state check sign.

All that power, all that pride,

Now he’s cashing crumbs where the beggars hide.

Funny how gods look small in the rain,

When the crown gets stripped, you just share my pain.

The rats you fed now gnaw at your throne,

Every shadow you cast comes back full-blown.

You mocked my struggle, called me weak,

Now you’re choking on dirt that you once did seek.

Hypocrites rot in their thrones of lies,

Predators hide, but the silence cries.

I spit on your kingdom, I piss on your creed,

Karma cuts deeper when the tyrants bleed.

Amber the tyrant, drunk on fear,

Red star shine, but it fades each year.

No chains hold wolves, we were born to bite,

Your empire burns in the black of night.

Every crown you claim is a guillotine waiting,

Every laugh you fake just accelerates your fating.

File your claims, ‘cause your hands ain’t clean,

You built your palace on broken dreams.

You fed on the weak, but the weak don’t die,

We rise from the ashes with fire in our eyes.

I’d push you to the line where the traffic flows,

Watch the fear bloom where your empire goes.

You’ll taste the hunger, you’ll taste the dirt,

Every false smile gonna flip to hurt.

I ain’t your comrade, I ain’t your pawn,

I’m the ghost in your walls ‘til your power’s gone.

Hypocrites rot in their thrones of lies,

Predators hide, but the silence cries.

I spit on your kingdom, I piss on your creed,

Karma cuts deeper when the tyrants bleed.

The line is long, but the end comes fast…

Your rule is over. My shadow lasts.

And every crown you wore will rust where it fell…

Ashes, blood, and echoes — your final payroll hell.

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