We crawlin' to the edge, no brakes, no turn
Policies paused while the problems burn
Now truth ain't dead, just waitin’ its turn
But how long 'til we hit a point of no return?
Stallin’ change to protect the seat
That turns frustration into heat...
Democracy’s still real, but it don’t self-heal
It bleeds when silence signs the deal
Ayo
Price tags risin', but the wages ain't
Middle class shrinkin' while the moguls paint
They balance sheets with ghost estates
Ownin' blocks they never visit, just inflate
I seen towns where the lights go dim
Not from lack of sun, but from vacant limbs
A hundred guest beds, no kids, no kin
Schools closed down 'cause no one's livin' in
This ain’t rare, it's a strategy played
Wealth locked up while the rest get weighed
To fix it, you’d need courage ... tax the ghost homes
Tighten loopholes, cap the zones
But who’s bold enough to lose the vote?
Not the ones afloat on lobbyist notes
So they smile, shake hands, promise hope
Then dodge every law that might touch the growth
They frame it as too complex to solve
But complexity’s cover when you won’t evolve
Truth is, they scared of the donor’s text
Scared that a step left means jobless next
We crawlin' to the edge, no brakes, no turn
Policies paused while the problems burn
Now truth ain't dead, just waitin’ its turn
But how long 'til we hit a point of no return?
Stallin’ change to protect the seat
That turns frustration into heat...
Democracy’s still real, but it don’t self-heal
It bleeds when silence signs the deal
Look
The numbers ain’t subtle, they crystal-clear
Top one percent took the gains this year
They talk growth, but ignore the split
When the bottom's broke, ain't nothin' legit
See billionaires profit off every collapse
Then fund campaigns just to tighten the traps
Call it lobbying, I call it a bribe
Legalized favors dressed up as vibes
Every platform’s flooded with spin and gloss
While the real debates get framed as loss
Try taxin' the wealth hoard? That’s class war?
But lettin’ ‘em buy cities ain't class anymore?
You can’t fix balance with talk and charm
When the system's built to protect from harm
The very few — they ain't scared of change
They just buy the seat and redraw the range
Every bold idea gets framed insane
Till the crisis grows past what voters can name
By then it's late, the damage is set
But nobody responsible ever regrets
So they play it safe, poll-test the line
Choose optics over action every time
Not cause they evil — nah, cause they scared
And scared don’t lead when the weight ain’t shared
Been waitin' for change
But change ain't waitin' on us
We vote, we shout
But it don't shift much
They play both sides
Like it’s all just bluff
And somehow
Too late
Keeps soundin' like tough
I seen solutions
Just vanish in smoke
While they raise a toast
To the folks still broke
And I’m askin’ myself
Is this how it ends?
With comfort sold
And truth just trends?
You still call this rule by the people? (Then why can't the people get heard?)
You still call that justice equal? (Then why's the sentence tied to the worth?)
You still call this free and fair? (Then why do the votes cost air?)
You still call this choice, not control? (Then why do they stay when the numbers fold?)
We see the patterns — we see the spin
We know the deck — we know the win
So if this cycle just repeats again
Will you lead — or pretend? (…Answer me)
Still not sayin’ scrap the vote
Nah, that box still breathes
But it gasps beneath the pressure
That complacency weaves
It ain’t dead
But it’s winded
And democracy grieves
When the ones elected
Won’t act — just aim to appease
They campaign clean
But govern afraid
Checkin' polls
Like scripture — what risk they evade
Every bold idea gets blurred
Or delayed
Till it’s market-safe
Watered down
Pre-paid
Billionaires bankroll
Both sides of the ring
Write policy
While we argue over
Left and right wings
It’s a slow, controlled sting
Death by a thousand PR spins
Where they frame decay
As a necessary win
But I still vote
Still fight
Still stand on truth
Though the floor shakes violent
Beneath the booth
Cause silence
Ain’t neutral
It sides with the crown
And peace that’s purchased
Just holds us down
We blame the seat
But we shaped the mold
When we traded vision
For what’s sold as bold
We want the cure
Without changin' the terms
And we wonder
Why the fever still burns
This ain’t collapse
It’s designed to stall
Not a system breakin’
Just fear too small
It don’t fail us
We fail it
When comfort's the goal
And conviction’s quiet
And yeah
This framework flawed
But still the best we’ve known
It ain’t the tool
It’s how it’s thrown
Still got a voice
Still got a stage
But will we write
Or erase the page?
So last one
Real tight
If truth demands
A painful turn…
Will you choose what’s right
Or reelect what won’t return?
We crawlin' to the edge, no brakes, no turn
Policies paused while the problems burn
Now truth ain't dead, just waitin’ its turn
But how long 'til we hit a point of no return?