I was readin' the news, scrolling through the feed
Reading stories of people coming into hard times
Needing money, debt, medical bills, gofundmes and the like
So I put all their stories in this song right here
Staring at a half empty cup
Wondering if he's got enough
But the suits on TV says change is slow
He's living in survival mode in his foreclosed home
No help from the pharmacy
Son's gonna die cause of the company
And the insulin ain't coming in
And the media won't cover it, they covered it last weekend
Tuggin', on her sleeve
Askin, "Momma please, am I gonna die?"
She's been workin so hard
Fresh out of college, gonna get herself a job
But 20 years have all gone by
She slaves away, her debt's wringing her dry
He's gonna miss rent, she's untangling debt
That mother of four, is living check to check
The cold's killin' homeless in chicago
Do Oligarch's care? No they don't care enough to know.
Starin', at his jacket seams
Sayin, "God oh please, am I gonna die?"
People are tired of looking for scraps
People are tired of having no fallback
People are tired of politicians fake
People are tired of being told to wait
Howard Shultz he don't know what you need.
For billionaires, money grows on gold plated trees
And the price of cereal, leaves him tongue tied
Upward mobility, the great American Lie
Torn at the seams
Sayin' God Oh Please
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die
Am I gonna die