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Psalms 135

Make Good

Mr. Brown

Fool’s Gold

I wake up broke, same old game,
numbers climb while they shift the blame.
They sell us faith, they sell us air,
but it’s the same old fear dressed up in care.
They told us “dream,” but rent’s still due,
and hope’s a product they market too.
Still I rise, still I breathe,
‘cause love’s the one thing they can’t seize.

Every promise comes with strings,
every truth the system spins.
But I got rhythm in my bones,
and I won’t sing their tone.

We’ve been used, we’ve been drained,
still we dance through the pain.
They can count what we made,
but they can’t count the flame.
Yeah, the price of bein’ broke and brave,
is learnin’ to laugh through what they gave.
Still we shine, still alive 
monetized, but full of life.

They talk of order, they talk of peace,
while they sell both sides the same disease.
They smile on screens, they shake their hands,
but never walk where real folks stand.
They sell us comfort, buy our fear,
and call it freedom year by year.
But I see hearts still burning bright,
in every soul that won’t sleep tonight.

They built their walls from our despair,
but truth don’t need a millionaire.
We’ve got thunder in our veins,
and love that breaks their chains.

We’ve been used, we’ve been drained,
still we dance through the pain.
They can count what we made,
but they can’t count the flame.
Yeah, the price of bein’ broke and brave,
is learnin’ to love what they enslave.
Still we shine, still alive 
monetized, but undefined.

This world don’t need another king,
we need a voice that dares to sing.
We need a pulse that feels, not plans,
we need the truth back in our hands.

Most of us are tired, yeah, we see it clear.
We’re not angry ‘cause we hate 
we’re angry ‘cause we care.
We look around at war and greed and lies,
and we just ask, why?
Who really wants this life we live,
where power feeds while the people give?
Maybe we don’t need to wait for the plan,
maybe it starts when we all stand.
Tear it down, build again,
stronger, wiser, hand in hand.
‘Cause we already know the pain
now let’s make something worth the rain.

Monetized

Psalms 135

WEME

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