The Sophisticated Chain

The Sophisticated Chain (Style: Deep, Soul-Jazz; a steady, clock-like percussion underpins a warm, conversational saxophone and a heavy upright bass) Verse 1: The Rockefeller Blueprint (Philosophical) Sit down a minute, let’s peel back the paint on the wall, Before the bubble bursts and the giants begin to fall. A titan once whispered, "I don't need a thinker’s mind, Just a nation of workers, left-foot, right-foot, color-blind." They built a path of permanent labor and called it a dream, While we’re just the steam rising off of their golden machine. Minimum wage, maximum toil, and a leader’s cold stare, Watching the exploitation like there’s nothing but silence in the air. They told us the cubicle was the only way to be free, But a cage with a view is still a cage, as far as I can see. Chorus: The Dialogue If you can relate, then you know it ain't a lecture or a play, Just a man and a brother talking 'bout the light of the day. Break the spell of the "must," find the "is" in your soul, Take back the contract and take back your own control. Verse 2: The Bank and the Whip (Economic) The banks are blowing bubbles out of thin, paper air, Drinking the inflation while the rest of us strip the cupboard bare. And when the glass shatters, they don’t ever taste the dust, They get a bailout from the taxes they’ve squeezed out of us. Uncle Sam’s got a whip, and it’s landing on your back, Pay the toll or face the cage—there’s no color in the black. They call me a beggar if I ever look for a hand, But Big Oil and Big Tech are the biggest thieves in the land. Handouts for the masters, but for us, a mountain of bills, Overdrafts and empty savings, climbing up the steepest hills. Chorus: The Dialogue If you can relate, then you know it ain't a lecture or a play, Just a man and a brother talking 'bout the light of the day. Break the spell of the "must," find the "is" in your soul, Take back the contract and take back your own control. Outro (Music fades into a solo, thoughtful piano melody) The unexamined life... It's expensive, isn't it? Asset management... that's the real rebellion. Get out of the race. Teach the kids. The throne is waiting. Verse 3: The Global Gaslight (Psychological) Cameras on the corner, eyes in the palm of your hand, A sophisticated slavery creeping across the land. If you won’t run the race, they’ll brand you "lazy" in the street, And if you don’t reach the gold, you’re just a failure, incomplete. That’s gaslighting on a global scale, a trick of the light, Making you feel like a ghost in the middle of the night. Is it progress, or did the chains just get a little more refined? Wrapping 'round the spirit instead of just the body we find. We’re paying for the spying, we’re paying for the wall, Financing the very things that make us feel so small. Chorus: The Dialogue If you can relate, then you know it ain't a lecture or a play, Just a man and a brother talking 'bout the light of the day. Break the spell of the "must," find the "is" in your soul, Take back the contract and take back your own control. Verse 4: The Guardian’s Duty (Spiritual/Generational) But listen, Black King, listen to the Rose in the storm, The escape isn't a riot; it’s the way your household is born. An entrepreneur’s heart is a compass that points to the sun, Save your silver, buy your time, until the rat race is done. Where we failed our children wasn’t just the bread or the bed, It was leaving the management of assets completely unsaid. We let 'em fall under the spell of the neon and the buy, Chasing shadows of status under a consumerist sky. Teach 'em the math of the free, teach 'em to own, not to owe, So they can stand on a mountain when the winter winds blow. Chorus: The Dialogue If you can relate, then you know it ain't a lecture or a play, Just a man and a brother talking 'bout the light of the day. Break the spell of the "must," find the "is" in your soul, Take back the contract and take back your own control. Outro (Music fades into a solo, thoughtful piano melody) The unexamined life... It's expensive, isn't it? Asset management... that's the real rebellion. Get out of the race. Teach the kids. The throne is waiting.