Inheritance tax

**[Verse 1]**

I was raised where the rent high and the hope low

Where the train shake the walls but the folks don’t

Everybody got pride, but it’s threadbare

Hand-me-down dreams, secondhand air

They told me, “Keep your head down, get a safe job”

But safety feel a lot like a cage locked

I seen brilliance get buried in break rooms

While the boss get applause in a fake suit

It’s funny how the system call it “fair play”

When the dice all loaded from the first day

Some inherit a ladder and a head start

Some inherit the trauma and a red mark

I ain’t bitter, I’m just reading what’s written

Between lines of the fine print hidden

They sell freedom like it’s in stock

But the barcode tied to your zip code

**[Hook]**

We inherit the debt and the doubt

Tryna climb with a weight on our mouth

They say, “Anybody make it out”

But they don’t show the ways they reroute

Inheritance tax — it ain’t money, it’s fear

Passed down year to year to year

I’m just tryna flip what I was handed

Turn survival into something candid

**[Verse 2]**

They glorify the grind but ignore the grindstone

Post a quote, never post what the mind hold

Everybody “self-made” on the timeline

Like community ain’t part of the lifeline

I seen moms work triples for tuition

While the rich call it “intuition”

Like hustle just a trait you can purchase

Not a fire you inherit from the furnace

I learned early how to read rooms

Who get grace, who get presumed

Who get labeled “rough around edges”

Who get praised for the same kind of edges

I don’t hate — I observe and adjust

Turn the anger into something I trust

Pen sharp like it’s cutting through ceilings

Every bar got a bruise and a meaning

**[Hook]**

We inherit the debt and the doubt

Tryna climb with a weight on our mouth

They say, “Anybody make it out”

But they don’t show the ways they reroute

Inheritance tax — it ain’t money, it’s fear

Passed down year to year to year

I’m just tryna flip what I was handed

Turn survival into something candid

**[Bridge – Calm, Reflective Flow]**

I don’t want revenge, I want revision

New edition, better vision

If I win, it ain’t just ambition

It’s proof we can break tradition

**[Verse 3]**

So I write like somebody listening

Like a kid in a room that’s whispering

Trying to figure if the world that’s promised

Is a contract or just a misprint

If I make it, it’s collective effort

Every mentor, every pressure

Every no that shaped my yes

Every stress that built my texture

I ain’t perfect, just persistent

Truth consistent, voice resistant

If the throne come with conditions

I’ll build a seat that’s self-sufficient

**[Outro Hook – Softer]**

We inherit the debt and the doubt

But we don’t gotta pass it down

If I’m breaking a cycle now

That’s the real gold I found.

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