Cut the Cord

(Verse 1)
Yo, I cut the cord, now I’m free from the script,
Exited the matrix, watch the chains get ripped.
Used to be dependent on the system they run,
Now I’m growing my own under God’s good sun.

Backyard garden like my personal bank,
Food in the ground, water flow in the tank.
Growing my own’s like printing my own cash,
While they’re swipin’ plastic in that debt trap dash.

(Chorus)
Grow your food, stack gold and silver,
Freedom in your hands, can’t get realer.
Got my chicken flock, eggs fresh every week,
System can’t touch me, I ain’t that meek.

(Verse 2)
Egg prices spike? Man, I don’t even blink,
Got breakfast in the coop before I even think.
Homeschool minds, no indoctrination camp,
Raising free thinkers, keep the light in the lamp.

Stackin’ up metals while they print their lies,
Watching the dollar slowly capsize.
Silver and gold, real wealth you can hold,
Not some digital chain the elites control.

(Chorus)
Grow your food, stack gold and silver,
Freedom in your hands, can’t get realer.
Got my chicken flock, eggs fresh every week,
System can’t touch me, I ain’t that meek.

(Bridge)
Every seed I plant is a brick in my wall,
Against the system that’s tryin’ to make us all fall.
Freedom’s not bought, it’s made with your hands,
From your backyard dirt to your own piece of land.

(Outro)
Exited the matrix, I ain’t never goin’ back,
Living off-grid, got the system off my track.
Golden eggs, silver stacks, garden in bloom,
That’s real freedom, in my own room.