Not a flag A doorstep that’s the real
Two clocks Still broke as hell
Eight and a half million stackin’ shifts like bricks
Five percent on two clocks no tricks
One gig for lights one for the lease
They talk golden age two badges on the street
Store gate halfway down on the block
Rent eat the check ‘fore the first come round
Kids eatin’ early fridge ran short
He sign the papers you switch the stop that’s the sport
Revolution don’t start in gold-leaf books
It start when stomachs talk louder than crooks
Tips untaxed OT wrapped like a gift
Third hustle so the fridge can exist
Billions for a war dead on the sheet
Can’t close the month without a second beat
They scream freedom then land for crude
Flag on the podium drill behind the mood
Invade stamp it “safety” in the booth
Oil change hands the block on one knee that’s truth
Pipeline worth more than a street no heat
Invasion worth more than schools missin’ feet
A people sleep A people wake
In between: fear you can’t shake
Amazon up high your W-2 on the floor
Two Americas One flag Two kinds of war
Chaos when the bottom leave the line
Order when the top count the shine
Revolution ain’t fire to watch it burn
A bill too long a name they never learn
Revolutions stolen ‘fore they’re born
New bosses grab the throne same horn
Fresh flags same old cage
New anthems same ration on the page
It start with a no that stand up straight
A no that walk through hunger and the gate
End in a palace that was a stickup
End in bread that was the people up
Eat Sign Count
Chaos: us done starvin’ for your crown
Order: the register in your hand
Keep the palace We keep the stand
Your throne brand new Our bread stale
You move the vaults We change the year no fail
Same country Not the same receipt
Same lie Work harder Still can’t eat
Hood held with tape
The same receipt
Palace built on sweat
The same receipt
Work harder
The same receipt
Written, composed and produced by ErnestoKade.
Released by Tiple Sound Records.
@ ErnestoKade All Rights Reserved