GOLD CHAIN GOSPEL

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[Verse 1]
You point at the beast, then you feed it
Sell pain with a grin, then you read it
Talk freedom, then rent out the cage
Turn hunger to content on a stage
You curse the machine for the damage
Then you feed it your face for the manage
You say “they destroy human worth”
Then you price every tear from the earth
How many children did profit wake?
How many full plates did your hands make?
Tell me, did you ever go thin?
Did your ribs ever learn where hope has been?
Or you just learned the pose, the angle, the brand
The camera loves truth with a ring on your hand
You say “I’m for the people,” loud in the night
But the bill comes due and you dim the light
[Pre-Chorus]
Rolling tears down the floor
Rolling stones to the door
Shadow-banned when it’s real
Outshined by a gold wheel
[Chorus]
Gold chain gospel, who are you?
Gold chain gospel, what is true?
You shout “the system” to sell the fire
Then build your throne on the same desire
Gold chain gospel, say it plain
Profit for profit, that’s your name
Rolling tears, rolling stones
You found your chain and called it home
[Verse 2]
You take the wound and make it merchandise
Wrap up the truth in a market disguise
Turn every mother’s cry into a hook
Then act surprised when nobody looks
You got Rolls through the mud, moving fast
But the road you chose was built to last
Not for the poor, not for the tired
Just for the wolf in a borrowed choir
You wear gold chains like a sermon line
But they pull at your neck every time
You call it success, I call it strain
A shiny leash with a private plane
And when the hungry come close to your door
You say “not my lane,” then ask for more
Tell me, singer, if you stand so tall
Why the ones with nothing never see you fall?
[Pre-Chorus]
Rolling tears down the floor
Rolling stones to the door
Shadow-banned when it’s real
Outshined by a gold wheel
[Chorus]
Gold chain gospel, who are you?
Gold chain gospel, what is true?
You shout “the system” to sell the fire
Then build your throne on the same desire
Gold chain gospel, say it plain
Profit for profit, that’s your name
Rolling tears, rolling stones
You found your chain and called it home
[Bridge]
Ask yourself in the mirror light
How many empty bowls felt right?
How many starving souls you fed?
How many nights you gave your bread?
If hunger ever lived in your chest
You’d know what it means to fail the test
Not every crown is made of gold
Some are the weight of the stories told
[Final Chorus]
Gold chain gospel, who are you?
Gold chain gospel, what is true?
You shout “the system” to sell the fire
Then build your throne on the same desire
Gold chain gospel, say it plain
Profit for profit, that’s your name
Rolling tears, rolling stones
You found your chain and called it home
Gold chain gospel, burn the mask
Truth don’t bend for a sales-tax stack
If you sing for the people, prove it now
Not with the mouth, but the hands, somehow