Top Songs By Belmont
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mitchell Gabe Belmont
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mitchell Gabe Belmont
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Michael Leitgeber
Executive Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, they promise us the sky, but we livin’ in the gutter
Talkin’ change, but their pockets gettin’ fatter
Makin’ speeches in the suit, tellin’ tales in the tie
Got their fingers crossed behind 'em every time they testify
They say, “Trust me,” but I’m seein’ through the bluffin’
Lip service legends, got degrees in corruption
Talkin big game but they hollow in the middle
Like a riddle with no answer, playin’ us like a fiddle
They shake hands, they fake grins, they break plans, they take wins
They snake fans, they paint sins, they rake in, they play kings
We the pawns in the system, they be stackin’ up the bread
While they tell us that we tweakin’ when we tryna get ahead
Lyin’ politicians, talkin’ in sedition
They be shiftin’ all the figures, while they plottin’ in position
Every word a contradiction, every promise just a fiction
They be lyin all day, man, it’s like their fuckin addiction
They be sayin’ that they workin’, but the workers gettin’ hurt
While they privatizin’ everything, the people gettin’ burned
They be taxin’ all the wages while they chillin’ overseas
Sippin’ cocktails on a yacht, tellin’ us to plant some trees
They campaign with slogans, fuck with hope and emotion
Then they vanish with the votes thinkin we don get the notion
Makin’ deals behind the curtain while they smilin’ for the press
Then they tell us all to tighten up, but never feel the stress
They shake hands, they fake grins, they break plans, they take wins
They snake fans, they paint sins, they rake in, they play kings
We the pawns in the system, they be stackin’ up the bread
While they tell us that we tweakin’ when we tryna get ahead
Lyin’ politicians, talkin’ in sedition
They be shiftin’ all the figures, while they plottin’ in position
Every word a contradiction, every promise just a fiction
They be lyin all day, man, it’s like their fuckin addiction
It's the same old script, just a different set of actors
Turn a scandal to a joke, then they laughin' like it matters
They be spendin’ all our money, puttin’ tax into the slush
While we fightin’ for the scraps, they be tellin’ us, “Hush”
Yeah, I see ‘em, I hear ‘em, I read between the lines
Every headline that they sellin’ just a cover for the crime
But the people, we risin’, we wised up, we climbin’
we be comin’, time’s up No more hidin’ in the dark,
Written by: Mitchell Gabe Belmont