
This song is a sequel to “Stuck in the Game,” a working man’s cry about running in circles chasing the same two hundred bucks, paying it right back in rent, and wondering why the dream keeps drifting farther away.

But the more I sat with it, the more I realized:
the game isn’t broken.
It’s working exactly as designed.

The struggles in our inner cities, the jobs that never come back, the “fixes” that never seem to fix they’re not accidents. They’re part of a system that keeps the powerful comfortable by keeping everyone else divided, busy, and just desperate enough to stay quiet.

If those kids in the city had real tools and opportunities, they’d rise, and they’d compete in an already crowded job market, and that could be problem for the ones holding all the cards because fixing it would mean less for them.

This song is a reminder that awareness is the first rebellion.
Once we see the rules for what they are, we can start rewriting them.
Because maybe the real revolution isn’t to flip the board it’s to build a new one.

[Intro]

Yeah… roll the dice again
Same board
Same winners
Same lie
Welcome to the game

[Verse 1]

Rising before dawn, chasing them fading dreams
Clock punch, pay cut, same old schemes
They say work hard, the truth will set you free
But the dice are loaded, one, two, three.

Board’s set tight, lines already drawn
You’re the pawn, till your paycheck’s gone
Pass Go, take two hundred, then watch it leave
Right back in rent, that landlord’s creed

[Chorus 1]

The game is stacked, can’t you see
Built for them, not you or me
We roll our dice, but they own the board
They raise the rent we can’t afford
They say “that’s life, that’s how it be
But fixing the game means less for them, not me

[Verse 2]

No jobs, no hope, mm-hmm, just boarded doors
Kids trading dreams for street-corner wars
Politicians pose, talk clean on the stand
But never once step where the real ones stand

They cut them ribbons, shake them hands
Smile for the cameras, take their plans
It’s chaos fuel, that’s the trick
Keep us fighting so they get rich

[Bridge]

They pretend to care, keep the status quo
Smile for the cameras, then let it go
Fixing the game don’t fit their plan 
Why share the pie when you can own the pan

They pretend to care, but they don’t dare
Keep things steady? Keep things fair
Nah… keep it theirs
Why share

[Final Chorus – Sung & Spoken Mix]

The game ain’t broken, it’s rigged to win,
They deal the cards, then cash ’em in
They’ll never fix what keeps ’em fed 
Can’t lift the lost without losing bread

So they preach about fair, but we all know when 
Fixing the game… means less for them

[Outro]

Maybe one day, we change the frame.
Rewrite the rules. Rename the game.
Till then 
We’re still circlin’, payin’ the fee
Cause the game is stacked
Against you and me


The game ain’t broken, it’s rigged to win,
They deal the cards, then cash ’em in
They’ll never fix what keeps ’em fed 
Can’t lift the lost without losing bread

Cause the game is stacked
Against you and me




The Game is Stacked

Mark & Wendy Cunico:  marcodaddio Creations

Songwriters blending Blues, Rock, Soul, Folk, Gospel, Country & Pop.   Telling real stories through AI-powered music.

The Game is Stacked

marcodaddio (Mark Cunico)