letra de great depression - gabe goulart
[verse 1]
i hope i can afford bread
boss in a benz while i got debt
phd hanging, i broke my wall
still serving coffee to the kids in the mall
“just work harder.”
nine to five? try five to death
still can’t buy peace, try breath
elon blink and make a billion clean
now i sell my soul to buy caffeine
“well, he works harder than you.”
they say work harder, that’s like what i do
still share bed with one man room
buy groceries when the payday comes
now my t–th crack more than my income
“and who’s fault is that?”
can’t get sick, can’t fall back
can’t miss work or else they cut slack (permanently)
no benefits, no breaks, no truth
only “apply here,” and pray for proof
[commentary]
“now hiring!
must work 80 hours and ever sleep
must smile through the pain and must sacrifice their dream
and must not ask about health insurance
experienced in ‘shut the h-ll up’ and obey preferred.”
[verse 2]
and college said…
“invest in yourself,” now i owe you more than my wealth
diploma’s just a receipt for a scam
now i thrive but they sold me spam
my loans breed faster than the rats in the heat
while my fridge’s been empty for half of the week
ramen’s dinner, stay up in the dim
now my dishes, and that grin
“well at least, the grin.”
can’t dream when rent’s death clock
can’t date when dinner’s a cellblock
got degrees but can’t eat pride
but i bite my tongue to swallow time
they said, “get a loan.” i did, then what?
still pass time with some nuts
boss’s son showed up late, got a praise
while i rot inside through the minimum days
t–th falling from the untreated pain
mind decayed but i still remain
living on sugar and a secondhand smoke
tryna stay warm in a winter’s coat soaked
[verse 3]
my landlord’s knocking while my stomach screams
roaches dancing in my shower streams
couch becomes my therapist, floors becomes my bed
and my mirror says, “you’re already dead!”
broke so hard, i forgot to ask
tried to sell my blood then they just laughed
can’t donate, my veins are too thin
tried to p-wn joy, no one bought in
now my skin’s gone pale, my breath’s gone thin
talking to ghosts i once called kin
lost my name at a barcode tag
just a number, a modern gag
“you know what? shut the f-ck up!
you should’ve worked harder
you should’ve smiled more
you should’ve picked a real career
you should’ve married someone rich
and you should’ve died younger
you know what? you know what?
you’re fired! you’re fired! get your ass out of here
(no, please, i need this job!)”
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