[Intro] Yeah… Same streets, different lives. Look— [Verse 1] Mama workin’ late, still the rent ain’t paid, Cold pasta on the stove, bills stackin’ like a raid. Alarm clock screams, back hurts, no rest, Tryna keep our heads up while life hits our chest. They say “get a job” like I’m not on my grind, But the system got locks with invisible lines. We run on hope, they run on gold, We grow up fast while they don’t grow old. I see kids with talent but no support, While rich kids fail and still get a court. Not a courtroom—nah, a place in the sky, Where the doors stay open, no need to ask why. We work for pennies, they earn with a call, We breakin’ our bones just to not fall. If time is money then we’re gettin’ robbed, ‘Cause we give all our hours and still stay jobbed. [Hook] Two worlds, one sun, but it shines on pain, We fight in the mud while they dance in rain. We pray for peace, they purchase ease, We beg for a break, they fly overseas. Two worlds, same city, but the gap so wide, We barely survive while they thrive with pride. [Verse 2] Middle class stress, tryna hold that ground, Smilin’ through debt with that “I’m fine” sound. One sickness, one layoff, whole plan gets torn, While the wealthy invest and come back reborn. They don’t feel inflation, they don’t feel fear, They don’t check prices when they grab a beer. We count every coin, every cent, every deal, They don’t know hunger, so they doubt it’s real. Tax breaks for kings, more chains for the poor, Tell me why the rich still want even more? They call it “business”, I call it a crime, ‘Cause we pay with our bodies, they pay with time. Generations of struggle just to live okay, While they inherit freedom like it’s holiday. [Bridge] How you call it freedom when we drown in loans? How you call it justice when the rich own thrones? We buildin’ their towers, we cleanin’ their plates, Still blamed for the cracks in the gates. [Verse 3] I’m not mad at success, I’m mad at the game, Where the worker gets pain and the winner gets fame. Where a thousand good people can’t pay the light, But one man buys planets and sleeps at night. They fear us together, that’s why they divide, Keep us fightin’ online while they enjoy the ride. But I’m speakin’ for the hands that keep it all alive, For the ones who work hard just to barely survive. [Final Hook] Two worlds, one sun, but it shines on pain, We fight in the mud while they dance in rain. We pray for peace, they purchase ease, We beg for a break, they fly overseas. World ain’t fair, but we still stand tall— Working class warriors, we carry it all. .