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Tax on My Tears | Rage Rap About Life, Bills & the Broken System

Lyrics: Born broke Die broke Same line Same choke Pay to breathe Pay to bleed Pay to stand Pay to need Bill for the crib Bill for the crib’s crib Tax on the milk On the first sip Road full of dents Still they want rent Sticker on the car say “Thanks for your consent” Luxury wheels Same pothole feel Meter in my brain Click-click, unreal They weigh my sweat Count my cough Even my rage Got a price tag on Grandma’s pills On a payment plan Whole life sliced By a rubber stamp hand Tax on my birth, tax on my breath Tax on my work, tax on my rest From first school bell To the ICU bed I’m paying in pieces Till nothing is left Tax on my food, tax on my faith Tax on my hope, tax on my hate Even old kings Didn’t bleed us like this You refund my ruin Then you tax the refund back Corporate road Smooth like glass Gold nameplate For the chairman’s pass My bus breaks down Smoke in the air But my slip show They charged my share Office lunch line Three cold fries Receipt say “service” I see lies Classroom peeling Paint on the wall But the bill read “future” In bold font scrawl Hospital queue Four-hour crawl Doctor’s eyes red Nurses on call I pay for the bed I pay for the band I pay for the right To just stand where I stand Tax on my birth, tax on my breath Tax on my work, tax on my rest From first school bell To the ICU bed I’m paying in pieces Till nothing is left Tax on my tears, tax on my rage Tax on my heart, tax on my age Even old kings Didn’t bleed us like this You refund my ruin Then you tax the refund back They say “nation first” I see nametags first I see briefcase thirst Doing math on my hurt How much more Can a spine take weight? How much blood Can a pen dictate? Tax on my birth, tax on my breath Tax on my work, tax on my rest From first school bell To the ICU bed I’m paying in pieces Till nothing is left Tax on my food, tax on my faith Tax on my hope, tax on my hate Even old kings Didn’t bleed us like this You refund my ruin Then you tax the refund back Tax on My Tears is a hard-hitting rap song about survival in a system where everything has a price — from birth to death. This protest rap speaks about bills, healthcare, education, work pressure, and how the poor keep paying while the powerful stay protected. This song reflects: • real life struggle • unfair taxes • broken systems • modern survival • silent rage If you feel trapped between bills and dreams, this song is for you. 🎤 Genre: Protest Rap / Conscious Rap 🎬 Visual Style: Dark cinematic storytelling 🎧 Music: Licensed & original ✍️ Lyrics: Original Subscribe for more rap songs about: truth, society, politics, pain, and power. tax on my tears protest rap rage rap conscious rap political rap rap about struggle rap about poverty system rap truth rap modern struggle rap hip hop protest song rap about bills rap about taxes angry rap song underground rap rap about society rap about survival spoken truth rap real life rap social issue rap #TaxOnMyTears #protestrap #consciousrap #ragerap #systemfailure #modernstruggle #realliferap #hiphoptruth #SocialIssueRap #undergroundrap #politicalrap #NostalgicRage #rapwithmessage #truthmusic #SocietyRap