THIS IS WHO OUR LEADERS BE

Описание: [Intro – whisper, funereal]
Listen…
They don’t shout.
They don’t rush.
They wait.

[Verse 1 – suffocating, minimalist menace]
They don’t need monsters, they hired accountants,
Numbers do damage without the dramatics.
Ink dry faster than blood ever dries,
A signature quiet, a thousand lives bent.

Boardroom prayers, no god in sight,
Just margins, leverage, futures mortgaged twice.
They smile like parents, talk “stability,”
While rearranging your reality.

No chains clanking, no boots on doors,
Just rent due, credit scores, and wars far offshore.
They don’t take—nah, they manage the loss,
Teach you to call survival a cause.

Scarcity hymn got the choir obedient,
“Be grateful,” they say, while they drain the ingredients.
If hunger persists, blame culture or sin,
Never the system that profits off thin.

They say “calm down,” when you ask too much,
Say “be realistic,” when you feel the clutch.
They don’t silence you—
they flood the room,
So every truth drown in noise and fumes.

[Hook – slow, dead-eyed]
This is who our leaders be—
Soft voices, hard decrees.
They don’t rule with force, they rule with ease,
Make cages feel like choices you agreed.

This is who our leaders be—
Sleep well, don’t question me.
If you feel trapped, that’s “immaturity.”
Freedom sold back in monthly fees.

[Verse 2 – colder, more accusatory]
They rotate villains, keep heroes vague,
Every decade rewrite who’s “unhinged” or “brave.”
Yesterday’s terrorist, today’s old friend,
Depends who the pipeline gotta defend.

Left hand argue, right hand sign,
Same donors wine-dining both sides.
You think you choosing—nah, you assigned,
Pre-approved lanes for controlled dissent lines.

They love statistics, hate human names,
Love trends, hate blame.
If numbers rise, they call it success,
Even if souls decline in the mess.

If a place awaken that wasn’t “supposed to,”
They call it instability, chaos, or hostile.
Never say “self-aware,” never say “grown,”
Just say “dangerous” and tighten the loan.

They don’t erase history—too obvious now,
They just bury it deep in academic clouds.
Make truth unreadable, inaccessible, dry,
So lies feel simpler to live by.

[Hook – darker variation]
This is who our leaders be—
Not demons. Worse. They look like me.
They win ‘cause evil don’t always scream,
Sometimes it hums real soft and clean.

[Bridge – spoken, almost bored]
Rebellion doesn’t scare them.
Confusion does.
They fear clarity.
They fear memory returning without permission.

[Verse 3 – internal resistance, no uprising imagery]
So they attack attention, keep minds fatigued,
Scroll till numb, call it “relief.”
Tired people don’t organize thoughts,
They just cope until the cycle restarts.

They don’t fear fists, they fear insight,
One clear mind in a room of lies.
They can jail bodies, blacklist names,
But they can’t stop a pattern once it’s seen the same.

Once you notice who benefits every time,
Every speech start sound like a rhyme.
Once you see the trick, it lose its shine,
Power hate witnesses more than crimes.

So stay quiet—but awake.
Move normal—but calculate.
They watch noise, they miss the still,
History turn when patience learns skill.

[Outro – dead calm]
This is who our leaders be.
Now you know.
Knowing changes nothing…
until it does.