[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