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Marlow Tha Ghost - Different Flags, Same Fire

Different Flags, Same Fire Yeah… They keep us starin’ at each other While the motherfuckers at the top countin’ chips Same old trick Dress the lie up loud Let the poor fight the poor While the rich get rich They paint the block like a battlefield, red smoke, blue smoke Got us chokin’ on the story while the suits just sip and joke Every headline like a match tossed into a piss-soaked street Watch it flare, watch us rage, watch us turn on our own feet They don’t fear our skin, they fear when we compare notes Fear when broke hands start pointin’ at the same throats Fear when the white boy and the Black man both say “wait” Why the fuck we fightin’ each other while y’all devour the plate? It’s a puppet show with blood on the strings and ash in the air Every channel sellin’ panic, every panel got a cue They turned class war into a magic trick, sleight of hand While bankers build on debt and lobby rats run through our homes It ain’t about us, it’s about who eat Who stack gold high while we bleed in the street They sell us race, sell us rage, sell us fear, sell us lies Keep us lookin’ at each other while the real devil hides Fuck that, I don’t dance for the play I don’t bark at my brother just because they say Watch the money, watch the hands, watch the names on the wire Different flags in the wind, same motherfuckin’ fire I seen the game from the curb where the sirens sing bedtime Where hope get repossessed and pain collect overtime They got us boxed like crabs, pissed off in a bucket Every time one climbs high, ten more hands say “fuck it” That’s how they want it, hot streets, cold hearts, short sight Poor folks swingin’ on poor folks every goddamn night They sensationalize the wound, zoom in on every drop Make a murder into theater, make a protest into brand See, the government get puppeteered by money in a tie Lobbyists whisper like snakes while the hungry just survive Every bill gets bent where the donor leaves a stain Like a storm drain floodin’ filth back through the rain It ain’t about us, it’s about who eat Who stack gold high while we bleed in the street They sell us race, sell us rage, sell us fear, sell us lies Keep us lookin’ at each other while the real devil hides Fuck that, I don’t dance for the play I don’t bark at my brother just because they say Watch the money, watch the hands, watch the names on the wire Different flags in the wind, same motherfuckin’ fire They sold pain like a brand, put a slogan on the grief Millions came floodin’ in, but the block ain’t get relief Same broke-ass corners, same schools, same heat While somebody at the top got a softer place to sleep You told the world “stand up,” then the dollars came in Now the motherfuckin’ block ask what the fuck changed then Same piss in the hallway, same sirens, same grief If the money touched the people, where the fuck the relief? That pain got televised, that anger got sold Meanwhile the same broke moms still out in the cold That’s what makes folks bitter, makes trust fall apart When the slogan get rich but the struggle stay hard So I don’t just hear speeches, I watch where the funds go Too many suits get fat while the same kids duck low Call it justice, call it hope, call it whatever you please If it don’t touch the ground, motherfucker, it’s a tease They want a maze with no doors A fistfight in a locked room A cheap war between tenants While the landlord buys the moon They want us deaf to the clinkin’ glass Blind to the boardroom feast But once you follow the money trail You hear the real beast breathe beneath So I’m done lettin’ the screen tell me who to despise Done lettin’ these bitch-made narratives script our lives If the same neighborhoods starve while the same banks swell Then the truth ain’t hidden deep, it’s ringin’ loud as hell If they tell you hate your neighbor while your rent go higher Tell ’em get fucked — we see the same motherfuckin’ fire It ain’t about us, it’s about who eat Who stack gold high while we bleed in the street They sell us race, sell us rage, sell us fear, sell us lies Keep us lookin’ at each other while the real devil hides Fuck that, I don’t dance for the play I don’t bark at my brother just because they say Watch the money, watch the hands, watch the names on the wire Different flags in the wind, same motherfuckin’ fire Yeah Same smoke Same suits Same script Same loot And we ain’t gotta play that shit Not no more