Yeah… They sell us dreams, then cash the checks. This one’s for the people who ain’t blind to the game. Let’s talk. ⸻ [Verse 1] They wear suits, ties, smile for the lens, Shake a few hands, then they stab all their friends. Promise the change, then pocket the gain, Preach from the stage, but they rot in the brain. Money over morals, power over peace, Feeding the beast while the people get fleeced. Behind closed doors, they signing that deal, But on the news, they just spin the unreal. Corruption ain’t a glitch — it’s baked in the code, Lobbyists pull strings while we carry the load. Elections a show, debates all fake, Two sides of the same damn snake. ⸻ [Hook – Chant-style] It’s paper over people, lies on repeat, They eat while we bleed, they stand while we plead. We see through the smoke, we hear through the spin, The house always wins when the devil’s within. Yeah — paper over people, truth in chains, They profit off wars and our growing pains. But we won’t stay quiet, won’t bow or bend, ’Cause a system like this got to meet its end. ⸻ [Verse 2] They preach law, but dodge every court, One rule for the poor, another for the fort. Private jets, offshore stacks, While we drown in debt, they just cover their tracks. They fund their campaigns with blood money flows, Then act like saints while the empire grows. Cut health, cut schools, cut every lifeline, But find the budget for a corporate goldmine. They criminalize truth, legalize greed, Feedin’ their ego while millions still bleed. The media dance — all bought, all paid, Pushin’ distractions while justice decays. ⸻ [Hook – Repeat, more intense] It’s paper over people, lies on repeat, They eat while we bleed, they stand while we plead. We see through the smoke, we hear through the spin, The house always wins when the devil’s within. Yeah — paper over people, truth in chains, They profit off wars and our growing pains. But we won’t stay quiet, won’t bow or bend, ’Cause a system like this got to meet its end. ⸻ [Bridge – Slow, heavy tone] Democracy sold in a briefcase grin, Where justice dies and the rich always win. But every lie sown comes back with a roar, And silence don’t last when the people want more. ⸻ [Final Verse – Uplifting edge] We rise through the cracks, we burn through the fog, From the slums to the steps of their power-hungry gods. Voices are weapons, truth is the spark, They can’t rule the world when we tear it apart. ⸻ [Final Hook – Explosive delivery] It’s paper over people? Not for long. We the storm, and we comin’ strong. No more puppets, no more kings — Only the power that the real truth brings.

Paper over people