Digital ash

Verse

Look,

I see the math ain't adding, the ledger's looking lean,

Where the middle class is fading, if you know what I mean.

It ain't just neon lights and the concrete of the Boroughs,

It's the quiet little towns where the desperation borrows.

I'm talking grocery store lines, watching totals hit a peak,

While the paycheck's getting thinner and the outlook's looking bleak.

The single mom in suburbs, working doubles, skipping meals,

Just to keep the lights humming—man, imagine how that feels.

It's a slow-motion slide, a quiet kind of crash,

When a lifetime of working turns to digital ash.

Now the tents popping up where the strip malls used to glow,

In the heart of the Midwest, where the wind starts to blow.

It's the veteran on the corner, it's the teacher in the car,

Who realized the dream he chased was always way too far.

Price of eggs, price of gas, price of breathing in the air,

While the people at the top act like nobody's even there.

So I'm sitting with the question, staring hard at the screen,

Is this just the new cycle? Is this part of the machine?

How we stop the bleeding when the wound is this wide?

When there's nowhere left to run and there's nowhere left to hide.

Do we build more bridges, or just build a higher wall?

If the foundation is crumbling, then we all gonna fall.

It ain't about the jewelry, it ain't about the fame,

It's about the working man who forgot his own name.

Outro

Yeah.

Just thinking out loud.

It's a systemic glitch, man.

We gotta find a new way to value the people...

Not just the profit.

Keep your head up.