Written and produced by Ronald Allen Bell and G-Dawg Trading/Original piece entitled, Politic.

[Verse 1] The ink is dry before the speech is read, they trade our futures for a golden thread. A velvet curtain hides the hollow stage, where ghosts of promises turn every page. We watch the ticker tape of rising debt, while they are placing bets on our regret. The city lights are burning cold and bright, reflecting shadows in the dead of night.

[Chorus] Every day it's all the same, politics and lies the games, take my vote I live in shame, money for crooks and greed and fame.

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[Verse 2] They build their towers on a shifting sand, and hold the compass in a trembling hand. A polished smile to mask the jagged edge, they break the spirit of the sacred pledge. We are the fuel inside their burning machine, the silent cogs that keep the engine clean. They speak of progress while they drain the well, and sell us heaven from the gates of hell.

[Bridge] The ink is stained with all the things we lost, they never bother to account the cost. A hollow echo in the marble hall, waiting for the heavy hammer fall.

[Chorus] Every day it's all the same, politics and lies the games, take my vote I live in shame, money for crooks and greed and fame.

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[Outro] The ledger closes on a broken line, they take the harvest and they keep the wine. We are the silence in the crowded street, waiting for the rhythm of a different beat...

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