Yeah, at what cost?
Ain't nobody prayin' for us
We don't give a fuck
Yeah, we don't give a fuck
System runnin' smooth for the ones up top
While the rest of us drown in the same old drop
Talkin' 'bout progress, GDP and growth
But the bodies in the street tell a different quote
Factories closin', jobs shippin' overseas
While the CEO keep pocketin' dollars with ease
You workin' double shifts just to keep the lights on
They buy another yacht and act like nothin's wrong
Kids in the hood still dyin' for nothin'
While politicians talk peace and keep the war machine pumpin'
Buildin' prisons faster than they buildin' schools
Then act surprised when the young ones break the rules
At what cost do we keep this machine alive?
Blood, sweat, and tears from the ones who barely survive
Hope you ain't outside foolin' around with them bitches out there
'Cause this here is guidance from a parent
Seems I'm too heavily shaped by the shit you up to
Pair of automatic fuckin' rifles, two hundred rounds, boom
Let me know, does that fuckin' ring a bell?
At what cost?
Who's really payin' tha bill?
Not tha suits in tha tower
It's tha ones still on tha hill
At what cost?
Who's left to carry tha weight?
We already know tha price
They never sacrifice, shit
Walkin' through the city, see the same damn scene
I see the mothers cryin', fathers broken down
Youth locked up early, cycle spinnin' 'round and 'round
Healthcare's a privilege if you ain't got the cash
Die waitin' in line while the others get the best of the stash
Everything hit hardest where the money's thin
Floods, heat, and famine, but they still don't give a damn within
Wars for oil, wars for power, wars for control
Young soldiers comin' home in bags while the stock market rolls
At what cost do we keep the empire standin' tall?
On the backs of the broken, that's the real protocol
But you know, somebody's always cashin' in
Off the sufferin', the grind, the early death
While some assholes toast champagne with every breath
Ain't no accident, this shit by design
So next time they say sacrifice
Ask 'em straight up: Whose blood, whose life, whose price?
'Cause it sure as fuck ain't theirs when the bill come due
It's always us payin', every single time, true
You bullshittin' these fuckin' bastards
Screw you, asshole, you a weak-ass fuckin' punk
I can't figure why you attemptin' to blow up, you worthless
At what cost?
Who's really payin' tha bill?
Not tha suits in tha tower
It's tha ones still on tha hill
At what cost?
Who's left to carry tha weight?
We already know tha price
They never sacrifice, shit