Letras
While Jamie Raskin reads slow, the record plain
Line by line, no spin, no game
Facts stack up, name by name
Truth does not flicker, truth does not change
And Pam Bondi that stupid grin again
Like this is theater, like she'll win
But here's the thing, we're not fooled at all
We're not children, we're not ruled, we stand tall
You say 'people' but you mean banks
Donor calls and private thanks
Oligarchs in tailored ranks
Backroom smiles and champagne clinks
That's your crowd, Pam Bondi, that's your lane
Not kitchen tables, not real-life daily strain
You don't speak for us, not our voice
Not our vote, not our choice
You don't represent the life we know
The bills, the grit, the daily go
You represent the well-fed few
Who cushion laws that shelter people like you
While cities bleed and sirens cry
Folks just trying to get by
Working two jobs for God's sake, just to eat
Like folks like Pretti and Goode, murdered by YOU
And Pam Bondi that stupid grin again
Like this is theater, like she'll win
But here's the thing, we're not fooled at all
We're not children, we're not ruled, we stand tall
So take your smirk, and shove it away
We've seen the truth in the light of day
No more tricks, no more games
We're rising up, calling your names
Our hearts are heavy, but our spirits rise
We're done with silence, done with your lies
While you play your charade, we'll rally the call
For the better days that we're destined for, one and all
So listen close, this isn't a drill
We speak for the streets, we're here with will
Goodbye to the smirk, there's power in pain
Together we're stronger, we'll fight through the rain