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[Intro] (Cinematic synth pad swells, distant sound of a goat bell) Cinco de la mañana. The goats don’t care about the news. The bunnies don’t know about the Strait of Hormuz. But when I turn the key in the truck to get to the lot, The numbers on the pump tell me exactly who’s winning. Yeah. Mateo. The Frequency. Escucha. [Verse 1] They’re talking ‘bout the Gulf again on the nightly news Watching the tankers burning while the pundits count the dues. Dicen que es una tragedia, a threat to the global flow But follow the money trail and you’ll see where the barrels go. My feed costs climbing, my Uber miles hurt While the Western exporters are digging in the dirt. Disruption in the desert, smoke rising in the heat But in the boardrooms in Houston, they’re dancing in the street. Es la misma historia, different map, same greed Feeding the machine while we struggle for the seed. [Chorus] ¿Quién gana cuando el mundo se quema? They call it a crisis, I call it a heist. They’re selling the oil that the war made gold While we’re buying the lie that we’ve always been told. Guerra en Irán, dólares en Houston y DC They turn the crisis into equity, can't you see? It’s a payday for the bosses, a tax upon the poor They don’t want the peace, they want the profit from the war. [Verse 2] I’m standing at Home Depot, 7:15 Waiting for a foreman to tell me what it means To work ten hours just to fill the tank back up While the CEO of Chevron is filling his cup. Listen to the names: Mike Wirth, Darren Woods Moving the chess pieces, stealing the goods. They want me to hate a man in Tehran While they’re the ones putting the squeeze on my palm. The "National Interest" sounds like a corporate plan To squeeze every dollar from a working class man. No me mientas. I know where the money goes. [Bridge] (The beat drops out, soft acoustic guitar, intimate and quiet) Ella duerme todavía, the light is just hitting her face. She’s dreaming of a nursery, something bright, something new. But the floor feels shaky every time the sirens wail And I’m holding onto this land, praying we don’t fail. I do this for the goats, for the bunnies in the pen For the life we’re building, away from those men. I’m not angry at the world, I’m just protecting my own Against the vipers in the suits on a golden throne. Te quiero, mi amor. I won't let them take the light. [Chorus] ¿Quién gana cuando el mundo se quema? They call it a crisis, I call it a heist. They’re selling the oil that the war made gold While we’re buying the lie that we’ve always been told. Guerra en Irán, dólares en Houston y DC They turn the crisis into equity, can't you see? It’s a payday for the bosses, a tax upon the poor They don’t want the peace, they want the profit from the war. [Outro] (Heavy 808 returns with a slow, deliberate rhythm) Exxon. Chevron. The exporters. I see the names on the buildings. I see the addresses in the hills. It’s not a benefit if I can’t afford to drive to work. It’s not a benefit if my neighbor’s bill is a mortgage. Call it what it is. Extraction. But I’m still here. The animals are fed. The rent is paid. Para ahora. The Frequency. Mateo. (Fade out with a final, deep 808 kick and the sound of a truck engine starting)