Generic hip hop Artist - The Spirit Level

Yo, the gap between the rich and poor ain’t just a number,
It’s the storm in the sky, the distant roll of thunder.
In countries where the money stacks high at the top,
The crime rate climbs and it never wanna stop.
Murder rates higher when the wealth ain’t shared,
The streets feel colder ‘cause nobody cared.
Suicide creepin’ in the silence of the night,
Inequality’s the shadow when you turn off the light.

When the scales tip fair, love grows in the air,
Communities care, people everywhere.
But when the gap’s too wide, the pressure’s insane,
You feel it in your body, you feel it in your brain.

Obesity’s rising when the gap gets deep,
Cheap food fills the belly, but the soul don’t eat.
Mental illness spikes when the ladder’s too steep,
Dreams get buried in the holes we keep.
Trust in your neighbor starts to decay,
Fear takes the wheel and drives every day.
The prison gates swing like a revolving door,
Lockin’ up the poor while the rich want more.

More equal lands got less stress to bear,
Health runs higher ‘cause the system plays fair.
Kids learn better, crime rates drop,
Whole towns heal when the greed gets stopped.
It ain’t just numbers in a government file,
It’s the way that we live, it’s the reason we smile.

When the scales tip fair, love grows in the air,
Communities care, people everywhere.
But when the gap’s too wide, the pressure’s insane,
You feel it in your body, you feel it in your brain.

So we fight for the balance, we fight for the peace,
For a world where the hate and the hurt can cease.
Equality’s the beat that can heal this track,
The more we share love, the more we get back.

educate yourself, read the spirit level by Richard Wilkinson yo.