Tax on My Tears | Bills, Inflation & a Broken System (Rage Rap)

Описание: Lyrics:
Born broke
Die broke
Same line
Same choke


Pay to breathe
Pay to bleed
Pay to stand
Pay to need
Bill for the crib
Bill for the crib’s crib
Tax on the milk
On the first sip
Road full of dents
Still they want rent
Sticker on the car say
“Thanks for your consent”
Luxury wheels
Same pothole feel
Meter in my brain
Click-click, unreal

They weigh my sweat
Count my cough
Even my rage
Got a price tag on
Grandma’s pills
On a payment plan
Whole life sliced
By a rubber stamp hand


Tax on my birth, tax on my breath
Tax on my work, tax on my rest
From first school bell
To the ICU bed
I’m paying in pieces
Till nothing is left

Tax on my food, tax on my faith
Tax on my hope, tax on my hate
Even old kings
Didn’t bleed us like this
You refund my ruin
Then you tax the refund back


Corporate road
Smooth like glass
Gold nameplate
For the chairman’s pass
My bus breaks down
Smoke in the air
But my slip show
They charged my share

Office lunch line
Three cold fries
Receipt say “service”
I see lies
Classroom peeling
Paint on the wall
But the bill read “future”
In bold font scrawl

Hospital queue
Four-hour crawl
Doctor’s eyes red
Nurses on call
I pay for the bed
I pay for the band
I pay for the right
To just stand where I stand


Tax on my birth, tax on my breath
Tax on my work, tax on my rest
From first school bell
To the ICU bed
I’m paying in pieces
Till nothing is left

Tax on my tears, tax on my rage
Tax on my heart, tax on my age
Even old kings
Didn’t bleed us like this
You refund my ruin
Then you tax the refund back


They say “nation first”
I see nametags first
I see briefcase thirst
Doing math on my hurt
How much more
Can a spine take weight?
How much blood
Can a pen dictate?


Tax on my birth, tax on my breath
Tax on my work, tax on my rest
From first school bell
To the ICU bed
I’m paying in pieces
Till nothing is left

Tax on my food, tax on my faith
Tax on my hope, tax on my hate
Even old kings
Didn’t bleed us like this
You refund my ruin
Then you tax the refund back


Tax on My Tears is a hard-hitting rap song about survival in a system where everything has a price — from birth to death.
This protest rap speaks about bills, healthcare, education, work pressure, and how the poor keep paying while the powerful stay protected.

This song reflects:
• real life struggle
• unfair taxes
• broken systems
• modern survival
• silent rage

If you feel trapped between bills and dreams, this song is for you.

🎤 Genre: Protest Rap / Conscious Rap
🎬 Visual Style: Dark cinematic storytelling
🎧 Music: Licensed & original
✍️ Lyrics: Original

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