DON’T CRY !!
Gold‑plated gates on a hill made of debt,
They sip their lattes while the rest of us sweat.
But I’m not beggin’ for a savior or a throne,
Just a crack in the system where a voice can be grown.
Yeah, they say “life’s fair” from a velvet seat,
But the street’s got a rhythm they can’t delete.
Don’t cry — it’s spilt milk on the floor,
Kick it, stomp it, scream for more.
We’re broke, we’re loud, we’re built on grit,
Hope’s a spark and we’re matchin’ it.
Don’t cry — it’s spilt milk, that’s fine,
We’ll make somethin’ better with the mess this time.
They got trust funds, we got busted shoes,
They got headlines, we got nothin’ to lose.
But I’m not askin’ for pity or a hand‑me‑down crown,
Just a world where the ladder ain’t nailed to the ground.
Yeah, they talk big talk from a marble stage,
But the alley’s got wisdom they can’t gauge.
Don’t cry — it’s spilt milk on the floor,
Kick it, stomp it, scream for more.
We’re broke, we’re loud, we’re built on grit,
Hope’s a spark and we’re matchin’ it.
Don’t cry — it’s spilt milk, that’s fine,
We’ll make somethin’ better with the mess this time.
Left wing, right wing — same old flight,
Two birds circlin’ but never takin’ height.
We’re stuck in the middle with a fist full of dreams,
Tryin’ to build a future with duct tape seams.
Don’t cry — it’s spilt milk, stand tall,
We’ll paint revolution on the drywall.
We’re bruised, not broken, we’re wired to fight,
Turnin’ every setback into firelight.
Don’t cry — it’s spilt milk, that’s fine,
We’ll rise from the puddle every damn time.
