Raleighwood

I've tightened these up to make sure they hit like a drum solo: ​Verse 1 Sundown bleeds on the tarmac, gold turning into grey Used to be a major hub, back in a better day The brass knew how to run the line, the gears were greased and tight We were a team, a family—we did it for the pride. Now they call us "Team Members," but there’s no team in sight Just ghosts of a powerhouse fading in the night. ​Chorus Oh, Raleighwood! You’re burning out the light Where the suits don’t know the struggle, and the wrong feels like the right You sold the soul for a spreadsheet, you traded sweat for lies Raleighwood! You make a grown man cry. ​Bridge Major accidents are regular, just a cost of doing biz Unqualified management? Man, you know that’s how it is! The inmates run the asylum, while the pilots start to snore While we’re grinding on the concrete, they’re closing up the door! ​Would you like me to try generating the album art again in a little bit, or should I help you write a second "diss track" about those management meetings?