Walking through the store I heard people getting loud,
the louder they got the wilder they got,  soon they drew a crowd.
Everyone has an opinion, that doesn't make it a fact,
will we ever climb the hill together like Jill and that guy Jack.

A society of people split up, divided by different wages,
from poverty to wealth all on different pages.
Karen propped up riding too high in society,
only aligned with her own priority.

Race barriers only crossed by the depth of ones pockets,
institutionalized views on every ones dockets.
A persons stature dependent on their wealth,
the collective of their being hidden within so stealth.

Welcome to America home of the free,
bank account low so that don't include me.
When I get my coins up imma reach for the top,
got to get pass what they tell me, They telling me to STOP!