(Yeah)

All power to the people, huh?

But who countin’ the votes, though?

Listen

I seen pigs in the penthouse, mud on they mind

Quote “all of us equal,” but watch how they sign

Fine print crooked, little loop in the line

They toast to the workers while they sippin’ on our time

Manor on the hill turned factory floor

We stormed every gate, now we guardin’ the door

We traded in whips for executive chairs

Same whips on our backs, they just call ‘em affairs

Old slogans on the wall, spray paint still drippin’

“Share in the harvest” but the scale stay slippin’

Napoleons on screens point, barkin’ demands

Boxers in the warehouse break backs for the brand

We chant for a change, get a change in the font

They tweakin’ the commandment, not the thing that we want

Erase one line, add a clause for the bosses

Same plantation, just brochure glosses

Dogs in uniforms, patrollin’ the block

They don’t know why they bite, they just follow the clock

Scroll feed say feed ‘em, algorithm my priest

But the trough made of trauma, every post is a feast

Mollycoddled cliques in couture with a cause

Sign a hashtag pledge, then applaud they own applause

They riding in a car we helped build from the dust

Engine run on our hope, but they tell us “just trust”

Everybody equal in the big loud chorus

But some more equal when the door slam on us

Same farm, same field, just a different office

They toast upstairs while they talkin’ “promise”

Everybody equal on the bright, bold poster

But some more equal when the shift is over

We pull that plow, they just move that border

Same old story in a crisp new order

Revolution on discount, sale ends soon

Pitchfork emojis in a comment room

We brung down Jones, paid blood, paid dues

Now the same fine shoes just change whose feet use

Prophets on podiums, pockets on fat

Speak for the poor while they bill for the chat

They hold up a mirror but it cropped to they face

Big talk “for the people” from a private space

Boxer said “I’ll work harder,” broke, then bled

Now it’s “grind, no sleep” till you shred your head

They sellin’ that hustle as a holy grail

Then ship your tired body in a quiet sale

Clover in the corner, eyes red from the tears

She remember the first song, the innocent years

Look back at the barn wall, letters rearranged

Same three words left: “obey, accept, change”

We trade in our chains for a brand new tag

Call it “choice” when we carry the invisible bag

They measure our worth by what we can buy

Then lend us our wages at a markup high

Squealer with a suit, got a data report

Twistin’ every chart into moral support

“Look how good you got it, better than before”

While they build a private staircase behind the door

Even in the classroom, even in the pew

They preachin’ that “anybody” can sit where they do

But the map to the table got tolls and turns

You only see the ladder when the bridge gets burned

Everybody equal in the big loud chorus

But some more equal when the door slam on us

Same farm, same field, just a different office

They toast upstairs while they talkin’ “promise”

Everybody equal on the bright, bold poster

But some more equal when the shift is over

We pull that plow, they just move that border

Same old story in a crisp new order

(Hands up) for the clause they erased

(Heads down) for the truth they replaced

If all of us matter in the lines they pen

Why we read that rule and get locked out again?

(Hands up) if you still remember

When the fire felt warm in the cold December

When “we” meant “we,” not a brand, not a cover

Before “equal” came chained to

Everybody equal in the big loud chorus

But some more equal when the door slam on us

Same farm, same field, just a different office

They toast upstairs while they talkin’ “promise”

Everybody equal on the bright, bold poster

But some more equal when the shift is over

We pull that plow, they just move that border

Same old story in a crisp new order

[outro[

Yo everybody's Equal

But some more equal than others

The World is one big animal farm

Ran by Nepoleons everywhere