Ooooh... waiting for the end...
Where the cycle never ends...
Ooooh... we're waiting for the end...
This two-class world can't stand...
...it just pretends...
Ayo, remember when the world stopped spinning? The global pandemic,
The official story felt academic, but the fear was fuckin' systemic.
They threw billions at the problem, called it a 'rescue' for the people, right?
A little check to keep you quiet, a flicker of a candle in the endless night.
But that money had a one-way ticket, a destination you could track with ease,
It went straight up to the landlords, payin' off their mortgages and fees.
It never touched the ground with us, a financial sleight-of-hand,
Just passing through our bank accounts on its way to the promised land
For the asset class.
And listen, don't get it twisted, this ain't a socialist position,
This ain't some political tract or a pamphlet with a pre-written mission.
I'm just a dude with two eyes and a brain that does basic addition,
And the numbers clearly show a design of systemic class attrition.
While their net worth went vertical, a calculated enterprise,
We were stuck at home just praying, looking into our family's eyes.
We held funerals on a laptop screen, a grief that's digitized and cold...
The most painful fuckin' story that the headlines never told.
And now we're living the result, it ain't a complicated equation,
Just look at your damn rent check, it's a constant escalation.
That dream of ever owning property? A joke for our whole generation,
'Cause all that 'rescue' cash just poured the fuel on rampant gentrification.
They call it a "market correction," I call it fiscal corrosion,
You spend your money just to live...
They invest it...
The whole fuckin' system is broken.
Ooooh... waiting for the end...
Where the cycle never ends...
Ooooh... we're waiting for the end...
This two-class world can't stand...
...it just pretends...
It ain't Left versus Right, forget the colors and the flags
It's the Have-Nots versus the Haves with the money bags.
They tell you it's a culture war to keep you all distracted
While the system sucks your wallet dry, it's fiscal malpractice.
The cycle never breaks, just the promises they make
On a foundation that's built on everything it takes....
...From us...
...For fuck's sake...
For forty years they've pushed the same old tired, fuckin' fairy tale,
They call it 'trickle-down economics,' a promise that's designed to fail.
The lie is that their corporate profit's gonna elevate your station,
But a company that's owned by shareholders has only one dedication,
Maximize the dividends, the stock price, that's the only sacred creed,
So using profits to raise your wages? That directly fights their endless greed.
And when inflation's running rampant and your buying power starts shrinkin',
They ain't giving you a bigger cut, my man, what the fuck are you thinkin'?
They take that cash and just expand, buy a rival, build another branch,
Start a hostile takeover of the market, a financial avalanche.
They get richer, you get poorer, it's a mathematical condition,
And that right there is the closed loop, the very proof of my position.
A one-way street for capital, a system based on pure extraction,
And a structure built this crooked is just begging for a fatal fracture.
But for now we watch us lose the fight, it’s an endless, fuckin' vicious climb
On a wall that's greased with their excess, while we running out of time.
Ooooh... waiting for the end...
Waiting for the end....
Where the cycle never ends...
Ooooh... we're waiting for the end...
This two-class world can't stand...
...it just pretends...
It ain't Left versus Right, forget the colors and the flags,
It's the Have-Nots versus the Haves with the money bags.
They sell that lie of 'trickle-down,' a myth they love to preach,
While they hoard all of the profits and just keep 'em out of reach.
The system's locked to feed the top, that truth can't be erased,
'Cause the finish line was moved for them before we even joined the fucking race.
Now... don't get it twisted.
They want you fighting your neighbor over pronouns and politics. Arguing with your uncle at the dinner table.
But that's the sideshow. The real shit...
Is right in your bank account. The real enemy...
Is the game itself.
And right now...
We're all fuckin' losing...
Waiting for the end...
...for the end...
This system can't stand...
Waiting for the end...