I’m speakin’ to hustlers mistakin’ noise for motion,
If you don’t own your contracts, you still in the ocean
They distract you with culture, confuse you with race,
While they quietly tax every breath that you take
I don’t need a platform, I need infrastructure,
Schools, land, credit, legal structure
You chant revolution, I read the law,
‘Cause knowledge break chains faster than war
They watch what you buy, what you search, what you feel,
Then sell you your thoughts like it’s personal will
You think you choose freely, but I see the menu,
Options preloaded, outcomes continue