Chorus We inherited struggle, so buckle up, pups Be ready to rumble—no love, just blood Big dogs eat lil’ ones up in these hills Slip and you stumble, they’ll gut you for thrills Leave you on fumes, straight to the tomb World’s a shit show, run by buffoons Time we rise, enough is enough— Dog eat dog, and the game stays rough --- Verse 1 Haters and saviors grooming the womb Mom’s been hacked in a world of doom Too much or not enough—take your pick North Pole, South Pole—same old trick Born bipolar, torn apart Fools pick sides while we fall in the dark --- Chorus We inherited struggle, so buckle up, pups Be ready to rumble—no love, just blood Big dogs eat lil’ ones up in these hills Slip and you stumble, they’ll gut you for thrills Leave you on fumes, straight to the tomb World’s a shit show, run by buffoons Time we rise, enough is enough— Dog eat dog, and the game stays rough --- Verse 2 What’s the purpose of working for fools? Grinding for scraps 'til we’re thrown off the stools Can’t trust much, but I know one thing— Failures stack high, and they pull the strings Got me thinking—who left the gate wide? Let the fools in, now they run the ride --- Chorus We inherited struggle, so buckle up, pups Be ready to rumble—no love, just blood Big dogs eat lil’ ones up in these hills Slip and you stumble, they’ll gut you for thrills Leave you on fumes, straight to the tomb World’s a shit show, run by buffoons Time we rise, enough is enough— Dog eat dog, and the game stays rough --- Verse 3 Game’s on repeat, Grim Reaper ahead What’s being fed back into the thread? Created to rise, only to fall? Ain’t energy eternal, beyond it all? Stop killing the youth, making ’em numb World’s in crisis, cut into crumbs Dodging the charges, dodging the blame Same old story—different names --- Bridge Pull the masks off, expose the game This time’s appointed, set in flames Let it be known, take back the throne We’ve been hit to the bone for too damn long --- Outro Told to stay strong while we’re torn and worn Misled, misinformed, told to conform March in formation? Bow to the norm? Hell nah—burn this shit to the floor Founders stole it, ripped by force Built on truth they set to torch Lies and deceit laid the base House of cards falling in place From the sacred lands, we rise Faith unshaken, sharp as knives