Lyrics

[Verse]
Pawns on the block, game rigged, no crown,
Hood's a coliseum, we the lions thrown down.
Chains on the neck, still shackled, no sound,
But the system cashes checks every time we’re ground.

[Chorus]
Who profits from the chaos, the blood in the streets?
White collars, gold pockets, feast while we bleed.
Pushing poison in the veins, they plant the seed,
Hood puppets dancing, but who's pulling the strings, indeed?

[Verse 2]
Corner store warzones, chalk outlines repeat,
Same zip codes, where hope can't compete.
Redlines drawn, no escape from defeat,
Yet the CEOs toast, their riches elite.

[Bridge]
The judge bangs the gavel, but they wrote the script,
Cages full of brothers, dreams tightly clipped.
Media sells the image, our pain gets flipped,
While they sip champagne, the cycle's equipped.

[Chorus]
Who profits from the chaos, the blood in the streets?
White collars, gold pockets, feast while we bleed.
Pushing poison in the veins, they plant the seed,
Hood puppets dancing, but who's pulling the strings, indeed?

[Verse 3]
Education strangled, schoolbooks erased,
History rewritten, our culture displaced.
Feed us scraps, then blame our misplaced rage,
While they stage the show, the hood’s just their stage.