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Kitchen Table

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Intro

The founders wrote a check, but it had too many names missing The circle was tight, the paper was pristine, no time for listening Now the volume's on max, every voice in the room is shouting This ain't a promise, it's a war for the power we been counting

Verse 1

History’s a ledger, with a lot of blank space on the pages White male landowner, that was the price, locked up in the cages Then the pavement spoke back, through the marches and the wars fought We kicked the door in, on the ideals that they only thought Now they callin' us Donkeys or Elephants, it's just a label game They jet to the island, raise a million, whisperin' your name The fringe party's yellin' truth, but the machine keeps turnin' slow The fight ain't for me or you, it's for the leather seat on the front row

Chorus

It lands on the kitchen table, every word that they be sayin' Gas price, school books, every tax, you know exactly what you payin' One thread, one paper punch, a quiet bullet in the static This vote is the only thing that separates the passion from the panic

Verse 2

You on the timeline, chronic stress from the 24/7 punch They call it a debate, we call it a media lunch Checkin' the trade-offs, like a chemist weighin' poisons on a scale Corporate cash or the high tax? Either way, you gotta fail They speakin' for the 'common man,' but they clutchin' a jet key The great irony is the flag they wave is tied to the dark money It floods the mailbox with attack ads, written in the lowest tone You lookin' for the signal in the static, holding on to your own

Bridge

Three mansions on the coast, talkin' 'bout affordable rent A friendship shattered, political lines where the good faith went Yeah, the game is rigged, but the tension is real, you gotta feel it Still, the hope is stubborn, this balance we gotta seal it

Verse 3

They wrap themselves in the fabric, but the thread is always frayin' Petty schoolyard insults, that’s the currency they prayin' They want the hate to be the engine, divide and conquer the fold But the system moves like a glacier, slow to the story told I ain't here to preach, I just came to inform you on the rhythm Every single line is authentic energy, straight from the chasm The only antidote for the rig is to make your single choice Turn the noise down, find the balance, and amplify your voice

Chorus

It lands on the kitchen table, every word that they be sayin' Gas price, school books, every tax, you know exactly what you payin' One thread, one paper punch, a quiet bullet in the static This vote is the only thing that separates the passion from the panic

Bridge

From a few to the masses, that’s the journey we been on The sun sets on their power, before the next cycle's dawn I’m here for the grind, I’m here for the glory, you gotta go take it The ballot is a weapon, are you ready to wake it?

Chorus

It lands on the kitchen table, every word that they be sayin' Gas price, school books, every tax, you know exactly what you payin' One thread, one paper punch, a quiet bullet in the static This vote is the only thing that separates the passion from the panic

Outro

The panic and the power, you know the name of the game One step, one vote, one shot to reclaim the fame The silence right before the shift, that's the real trap beat Listen close... that's the sound of the system admitting defeat

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01 / The opening
The founders wrote a check, but it had too many names missing The circle was tight, the paper was pristine, no time for listening
02 / A returning thought
It lands on the kitchen table, every word that they be sayin' Gas price, school books, every tax, you know exactly what you payin'
03 / The last image
The panic and the power, you know the name of the game One step, one vote, one shot to reclaim the fame

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