Võõras Rada

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Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Do you see what could be 
If we work a little overtime 
I can hear the whistle callin me
Don’t slow down or we will fall behind…

One more time let’s do it..
Let’s get right down to it now…
There’s no time for wasting
Take a chance and take it now…

Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Pack your bags and do not look back….
Everything you wanted, wait and see
Day by day, that’s what they’ll say..
The taste of honey is so silky sweet

One more time let’s do it..
Let’s get right down to it now…
There’s no time for wasting
Take a chance and take it now…

Time and again
We’re drawn to the light 
Til it fades away
Into the night….

Into The Night

Boogie Boo Boo is a fun reaction to the 9-to-5 rat race I used to be part of. I wanted to create something relatable—a song that gets people’s struggles and speaks out against bosses, companies, and the system that churns out identical workers. I poke fun at situations I faced in my office days, with the song split into chapters, each with a unique vibe.

Boogie Boo Boo

Yo, lemme tell you somethin'. This ain't no story, this the goddamn reality. We workin' our asses off, while these suits up top sippin' champagne, countin' our pennies. They don't see us, they don't hear us. We're just another cog in the machine, another number on the spreadsheet. But we ain't gonna take it no more. This ain't a rant, this a revolution. Let's get it.

This ain't no hit piece, it ain't no diss track
But the pressure keeps buildin' and I'm feelin' attacked
From the top down, the man in the suit, eyes cold and gray
Demandin' more, while the pay stays the same way

Stuck in the grind, a hamster wheel spinnin'
Bills pilin' higher, my sanity dimmin'
Comin' up short, while the rich gettin' richer
This ain't the Dream, this is a soul-crushin' picture

Below the line, they eyein' my spot, jealous and mean
Talkin' 'bout "sellouts," a constant, bitter scene
Workin' hard, payin' taxes, and feelin' the stretch
They see my struggle, yet say "lucky" under their breath

Caught in the crossfire, no place to hide
Squeezed from both sides, nowhere to confide
This ain't no life, this a slow, painful death
Fuelin' the anger, burnin' inside my chest

Trapped in the middle, ain't no way out,
Voices unheard, but still we shout,
Through the hustle and grind we try to make our name,
This ain't a protest, this a statement of pain.

The system's rigged, the game's been fixed
The middle class bleedin', while the profits get mixed
With the blood of the workers, the sweat and the tears
And our efforts been suffering for years and years

I'm losin' my cool, I'm losin' my grip
This ain't no movie, this a slow, painful trip
We're deep in the ocean of debt and despair
Leavin' me stranded, with no one to care

Trapped in the middle, ain't no way out,
Voices unheard, but still we shout,
Through the hustle and grind we try to make our name,
This ain't a protest, this a statement of pain.

The weight of the world, the burden I bear
This ain't a diss track, this a desperate prayer
Cuz im lookin for a way out, to leave the rat race,
But the anger is risin' and fuelin' the flames

I dream for better life, a chance to escape
To leave the cycle, a soul-crushing endless game,
Of poverty and power, the rich and the poor
A broken system, what are we fightin' for?

You see I'm seeing the dream and it's a faded picture
Torn and tattered, hangin' on by a scripture,
Here's the irony, we have the illusion of choice
Try to work for ourselves, and give into the noise

But the gap still widens, divide gets deep
While the middle class bleeds, and we're kept on our knees,
All the desperation, anger, and a simmerin' fire
Got us ready to explode, add to the pyre, cuz we're

Trapped in the middle, ain't no way out,
Voices unheard, but still we shout,
Through the hustle and grind we try to make our name,
This ain't a protest, lets change the game!

Let's change the game playa.

The Rat Race

YouTube: https://youtu.be/Q4dh26PSx00 [For English Lyrics]

In a world where gold is god, the temple of Mammon stands tall, its altar stained with the regrets. The illusion of a fair market crumbles as reality sets in-life is not a field of endless possibilities but a rigged game where only the rich hold the dice. The wealthy, bloated with power, toss their money freely in both reality and virtual spaces, while those beneath them drown in an ocean of debt. Entrepreneurs and whales reign supreme, stretching their influence beyond boardrooms and into MMOs, effortlessly crushing the dreams of free players with a single swipe of their credit cards. The desperate grind endlessly, hoping for a breakthrough that will never come, trapped in a system designed to ensure their failure. The internet has become a feeding ground where Mammon's followers devour every last ounce of struggling workers time and effort. Paychecks shrink while the hunger of the system grows, consuming lives with a voracious appetite. The rich dictate the rules, controlling both employment and escapism, forcing the masses into an unending cycle where work and play alike serve the ruling class. The virtual world mirrors reality-those with money soar to the top, while the poor remain at the bottom, fighting ghosts with empty hands. No matter how hard they work, they are outmatched, outspent, and ultimately discarded, mere fuel for an engine that serves only the privileged few. The whales drop cash like gods, bending the economy to their will while pretending they earned their seat at the top. Their yachts float in real seas while their avatars dominate digital battlefields, omnipresent across both realms. Meanwhile, the workers shift from job to job, swapping one set of chains for another, chasing the illusion of freedom that forever eludes them. Even love offers no escape, as relationships become economic transactions, bound by the ruthless demands of survival. There is no sanctuary, no sacred ground untouched by greed-only an endless cycle where time, energy, and hope are devoured without mercy. The poor chant their suffering like a hymn, their voices drowned by the laughter of those who thrive on their misery. They scream into the void, but the void does not answer. Mammon's hunger is insatiable, consuming their very essence, turning their struggles into entertainment for the privileged. The system grinds on without remorse, where the rich buy, own, and consume, while the poor struggle, serve, and fade. The battlefields stretch from corporate offices to digital arenas, from minimum-wage jobs to ranked ladders in MMOs-all controlled by the same ruthless agenda. Working for money is equivalent to working for Mammon-literally. The rich have their money working for them, while the poor work for money, enslaved to a system they cannot escape. That is the difference between a Mammon worshiper and a servant. This is financial education-the moral lesson that reveals how small and worthless the world truly is. The philosophy that must be understood. Time is the ultimate weapon, and it is being stolen. It is the only force capable of overturning the rigged system of avarice. Greed is the bait, the distraction, but time is the real power. The moment one understands this, the illusion of Mammon's world begins to shatter.

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