Broker's Son

[Intro] Born with silver spoons and market rules Daddy taught me how to play these fools Bloomberg Terminal in the living room While other kids were playing, I was watching doom [Verse 1] Private school kid with a broker's mind Watching charts rise while communities decline Pops talking bonds over vintage wine While outside them kids standing in the welfare line Got that Harvard legacy in my DNA But I see through the bullshit every single day Trading algorithms set to prey On the working class, man, that ain't okay Portfolio discussions at dinner time While my homies' families falling behind Daddy built his fortune nice and clean But the streets taught me what those numbers really mean [Chorus] I'm a broker's son, but I ain't blind See the system working just as it's designed Got that privilege, yeah, I won't deny But these digital games make the poor die I'm a broker's son, educated thief Know the game so well it brings me grief Every click and trade, another soul to reap While the rich stay winning in their peaceful sleep [Verse 2] Ivy League halls taught me how to speak But the hood showed me why the system's weak Daddy's theories look clean on paper sheets But they bleed different on these concrete streets Got that knowledge from both sides now Economic warfare got me wondering how We justify this digital divide While families struggle just to stay alive Trust fund babies playing with their apps While automated systems set their traps I decode the game 'cause I was raised in it But this shit's rigged, and I ain't playing it [Bridge] Numbers on screens, ain't nothing real Except the pain that others feel Digital warfare, invisible theft Wonder how many souls we got left [Outro] Broker's son but I see it clear This ain't about skill, it's about fear Economic violence through the screen That's the legacy they handed me