They say the rain falls the same on everyone's land, But down here, it's dry, and I don't understand. The gates stay locked while we thirst for a sip, The rich get the flood, and we stuck with a drip. I see 'em up high, yeah, they drinkin' in gold, While I'm stuck in the drought, watchin' life unfold. They holdin' the key, but they ain't feelin' the pain, Upstream it's pourin', but here, not a damn drop of rain.
They got the lever, man, they lock it up tight, Down here, we fight while they bathe in the light. They drown in the river, we stuck in the sand, Our hands raised up, still beggin' for a hand.
They control the dem, and we stuck with the dam n, God damn, why they get the river, and we got no chance? They open up the gates, let the money just flow, But downstream, they leavin' us starved in the cold. They control the dem, and we stuck with the dam n, God damn, blockin' our future, they hold the command!
The water's in sight, but they keep it at bay, Livin' in drought while they swim in the pay. They tell us to wait, but we see through the lie, They drippin' in wealth while we dryin' to die. Who got the switch, who choosin' who's blessed? It's them up top, who keep us oppressed. We can't make it rain, but we feel all the strain, They holdin' the flood, while we drownin' in pain.
The drought gettin' real, our patience wearin' thin, While they swimmin' in streams, we ain't even begin. The dam's their control, the pressure's in place, They floodin' the rich, while we vanish without a trace.
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They say the rain falls the same on everyone's land, But down here, it's dry, and I don't understand. The gates stay locked while we thirst for a sip, The rich get the flood, and we stuck with a drip. I see 'em up high, yeah, they drinkin' in gold, While I'm stuck in the drought, watchin' life unfold. They holdin' the key, but they ain't feelin' the pain, Upstream it's pourin', but here, not a damn drop of rain.
They got the lever, man, they lock it up tight, Down here, we fight while they bathe in the light. They drown in the river, we stuck in the sand, Our hands raised up, still beggin' for a hand.
They control the dem, and we stuck with the dam n, God damn, why they get the river, and we got no chance? They open up the gates, let the money just flow, But downstream, they leavin' us starved in the cold. They control the dem, and we stuck with the dam n, God damn, blockin' our future, they hold the command!
The water's in sight, but they keep it at bay, Livin' in drought while they swim in the pay. They tell us to wait, but we see through the lie, They drippin' in wealth while we dryin' to die. Who got the switch, who choosin' who's blessed? It's them up top, who keep us oppressed. We can't make it rain, but we feel all the strain, They holdin' the flood, while we drownin' in pain.
The drought gettin' real, our patience wearin' thin, While they swimmin' in streams, we ain't even begin. The dam's their control, the pressure's in place, They floodin' the rich, while we vanish without a trace.
They got the lever, man, they lock it up tight, Down here, we fight while they bathe in the light. They drown in the river, we stuck in the sand, Our hands raised up, still beggin' for a hand.
They control the dem, and we stuck with the dam n, God damn, why they get the river, and we got no chance? They open up the gates, let the money just flow, But downstream, they leavin' us starved in the cold. They control the dem, and we stuck with the dam n, God damn, blockin' our future, they hold the command!
The water's in sight, but they keep it at bay, Livin' in drought while they swim in the pay. They tell us to wait, but we see through the lie, They drippin' in wealth while we dryin' to die. Who got the switch, who choosin' who's blessed? It's them up top, who keep us oppressed. We can't make it rain, but we feel all the strain, They holdin' the flood, while we drownin' in pain.
The drought gettin' real, our patience wearin' thin, While they swimmin' in streams, we ain't even begin. The dam's their control, the pressure's in place, They floodin' the rich, while we vanish without a trace.
Writer: suho jang
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