This song is about the dollar devaluing:
[Intro]
They said “trust the money,” I said “look at the chart.”
If value’s melting daily, that’s a ticking heart.
[Verse 1]
Whole life they told me “save up, be wise”
Stack the paper, play it safe, don’t improvise
Watched ‘em double all the digits with a single vote
While my hours in that stack stayed stuck afloat
They call it “stimulus,” I call it quiet theft
Skimming from the future ‘til there’s nothing left
Same press, same spin, just a different year
Same fuse burning, getting way too near
[Pre-Chorus]
If your life is just your time and your time is what you trade
Why park it in a system that’s designed to fade?
If the base is built on sand and a promise not to shake
You don’t fix that house, you leave the fault line break
[Chorus]
Not your keys, not your flame, that’s the oldest play
They sell you leaking buckets for your working day
I’m done pouring my tomorrow into melting stone
I’m moving all this fire where the rules are known
Not your keys, not your time, they can keep that float
I’d rather ride the storm on a single solid boat
If the price of truth is walking out of ease
I’ll face the blizzard cold and guard my own keys
[Verse 2]
They wrapped the whole world in a paper dream
Debt on top of debt like a Jenga scheme
Every crisis solved with a bigger bet
Push the line further, make the chain more set
But you can’t print energy, can’t fake the watt
Can’t pass a law to change what scarce is and what’s not
So I stopped thinking “savings” as a fragile note
Started thinking “savings” like a digital moat
[Pre-Chorus]
When the unit you’re paid in bleeds while you sleep
You’re running up a mountain that’s forever steep
So I stepped off treadmills they dressed up as roads
Started treating my future like a payload of nodes
[Chorus]
Not your keys, not your flame, that’s the oldest play
They sell you leaking buckets for your working day
I’m done pouring my tomorrow into melting stone
I’m moving all this fire where the rules are known
Not your keys, not your time, they can keep that float
I’d rather ride the storm on a single solid boat
If the price of truth is walking out of ease
I’ll face the blizzard cold and guard my own keys
[Bridge]
They call this “normal,” but the curve says no
Every cycle steeper than the one before
We’re trading human hours for a sinking raft
While a handful surf the swell on the printed craft
But you can harden time, you can freeze that leak
Lock it in a ledger where the math can’t cheat
Fixed rules, hard cap, no backroom deals
Just blocks stacking history into something real
[Verse 3]
This is for the worker on the graveyard shift
Watching grocery prices do a quiet lift
This is for the saver watching years erode
Wondering why the goalposts always get towed
This is for the builder who can see the scam
Knows you don’t fix gravity by changing the cam
We’re not running from the fight, we’re changing the frame
Putting time on a rail they can’t quietly maim
[Final Chorus]
Not your keys, not your flame, write it on the wall
If they custody your life, they can take it all
I’m done staking decades on a melting base
I’d rather face the truth than a friendly face
Not your keys, not your time, that’s the line I draw
In a world of rubber rules, I’ll choose one law
If the cost of freedom is to feel this freeze
I’ll walk into the storm and guard my own keys
