Capital Punishment

And in other news, the divide grows wider. The American Dream is now a timeshare. You pay for it, But you never own it. Yeah, check. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Uh, Check. I grew up on the block where the flag Flew low, where the Constitution was a joke, And the streets wrote the code. They told me pull yourself up, but the boots Were sold by a man in a suit who Controls the gold. I seen the system turn a King to a prisoner, turn a preacher to a Criminal, turn a critic to a whisperer. It's the land of the free if your pockets Are deep. If not, you're just a number that The county keeps. My uncle served the country, came Back with scars, got a flag on his coffin And a check that was par. They call it sacrifice, I call it side effect Of a government that profits off the respect of The poor and the desperate, the ones who believe That the stars and stripes are more than just A sleeve. For the arm that throws the punch, For the hand that signs the bill, while the Capital fills with the same old thrill. This is capital punishment, not a felony. They're killing dreams with the pen, not a weapon, You see. The rich get a pardon, The rest get a sentence. The American gospel, but without repentance. Punishment. They trade your future for a stock Exchange. Sell your freedom for a soundbite strange. But the block remembers, the block don't sleep. We're counting our sins while the politicians reap. Uh, I watch the news like a horror flick. Same cast, same script, same dirty trick. They divide us by color, divide us by class, Then point at each other. "See? It's them, not us at last." My neighbor blames the immigrant. My cousin blames the woke. While the lobbyists are laughing, lighting cigars With smoke from the fire they started in the House they built out of broken promises and Watered-down guilt. I got a friend in the Senate, He don't know my name. He just knows my demographic, my potential for the Game. He's selling hope in a bottle, change in A can, but the label's full of fine print. You can't trust a man who shakes your hand With a dagger in his palm, who prays for The troops but sends them to harm. For the oil, for the land, for the shareholder's Gain, and calls it freedom. That's the ultimate stain. This is capital punishment, not a felony. They're killing dreams with a pen, not a weapon, You see. The rich get a pardon, The rest get a sentence. The American gospel, but without repentance. Punishment. They trade your future for a stock Exchange. Sell your freedom for a soundbite strange. But the block remembers, the block don't sleep. We're counting our sins while the politicians reap. I used to think the revolution was a bullet. Now I know it's a ballot, but the ballot's Been diluted. They drew the lines so careful, Made the rules so tight that even if you Vote, you still lose the fight. It's a two-party system with a one-party brain. Both serve the master, both play the game. So I walk through the city with my eyes Wide open, not looking for a leader. I'm looking for a token of honesty and courage Of someone who ain't sold. But the streets are quiet and the story's old. So I'm done with the red, I'm done with The blue. I'm done with the rhetoric that's dividing Me and you. I'm not a Democrat, not a Republican. I'm a citizen tired of the American con. They profit from fear, they profit from hate. They build their careers on a compromised state. But the block is a teacher, the block never Lies. It shows you the truth behind a politician's Eyes. So here's my verse, no filter, No spin. A reflection of the world we're living In. The capital's a castle, the people are the Moat, and the system is a ship that's barely Afloat. But I'm still here, still standing, Still writing this rhyme. 'Cause even in the darkness, we Can change the design.