The Multiplier

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Intro

They tell you to grind, tell you to save. But the game was rigged before you entered the maze. Let's look at the ledger.

Verse 1

President checks in at four-hundred bands a year The VP takes two-eighty-four, that’s clear Congress base pay one-seven-four on the sheet So how they walking round with millions on the street? Half of the House got a milli in the vault Average is five, tell me is that your fault? They entered the game with a modest little stash Now legislation turns connections into cash

Pre-chorus

No business owned, just a seat in the chair But the portfolio is rising through the air Is it luck? Is it skill? Or the inside scoop? While we stuck outside running round the loop

Chorus

Public service, private jets, make it make sense They jumping over fences while we pay for the fence If the math was equal, if the game was fair We’d all be sitting on millions in the air

Verse 2

Let’s take it to the grill, flipping burgers at the spot Thirty thousand yearly is the only cash you got Grocery clerk stocking shelves for thirty-two Bank teller counting change, thirty-nine for you Janitor sweeping floors, thirty-five on the check Barely keeping lights on, water up to your neck Politicians give a speech, hundred grand in an hour You work three years just to touch that kind of power

Pre-chorus

No business owned, just a seat in the chair But the portfolio is rising through the air Is it luck? Is it skill? Or the inside scoop? While we stuck outside running round the loop

Chorus

Public service, private jets, make it make sense They jumping over fences while we pay for the fence If the math was equal, if the game was fair We’d all be sitting on millions in the air

Bridge

Imagine if the cashier had the senator’s multiplier Five-hundred-fifty times, taking salaries higher The fry cook would be sitting on sixteen mill Just from dropping fries and working on the grill The retail clerk would have nineteen in the bank Just from folding clothes, moving up the rank It sounds insane, yeah, a totally unreal dream But that’s exactly how they operate the scheme

Verse 3

They say chase the dream but the loopholes are tight Book deals boosting sales in the middle of the night Lobbyists waiting when the term finally ends While the waiter’s tips barely cover dividends It ain’t about your hustle, it’s the way the lines are drawn They wake up on third base, you just mowing the lawn The gap isn’t numbers, it’s the lack of the chance To ever get invited to the big money dance

Pre-chorus

No business owned, just a seat in the chair But the portfolio is rising through the air Is it luck? Is it skill? Or the inside scoop? While we stuck outside running round the loop

Chorus

Public service, private jets, make it make sense They jumping over fences while we pay for the fence If the math was equal, if the game was fair We’d all be sitting on millions in the air

Outro

Sixteen million for the fry cook. Think about it. The system ain't broken, it's fixed. Stay up.

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