Turn this ship🚢around

DüKRüE - Turn this ship🚢around

Woke up this morning, alarm hittin' hard,
Another grind ahead, dreamin’ I’m a star.
Three years deep in a struggling mess,
Life’s in the gutter, feelin' that stress.

“Pull yourself up,” yeah, that’s what they preach,
But my boots got holes, man, and dreams outta reach.

Clock's tickin' fast, but my pace stay slow,
Economy’s sinking, can’t catch a flow.
Every day’s a test, a challenge to survive,
Just keepin’ the lights on, fightin’ to stay alive.

Workin' hard, barely scrapin’ my pay,
Trump says he’s back, here to save the day.
But life’s like toilet paper in a downward flush,
Need more than a hero to stop this rush.

“Pull yourself up,” yeah, that’s what they preach,
But my boots got holes, man, and dreams outta reach.

Bills stackin’ high, like my nephew’s Legos,
Government's a ghost, just a no-show.
Talkin' 'bout help, but where’s the relief?
All I got is this beat and my disbelief.

Trump’s on the screen, golden hair in the air,
Says he’ll fix it all, like it’s software repair.

I'm down low, still ready to fight,
Trump might need these years to clean up right.
But here’s the real talk, from the street, no doubt,
We need more than promises, to turn this ship around.

So here’s my story, from the heart, no lie,
If Trump’s cleanin’ house, hope he starts with mine.
These last few years, man, they've been tough,
But we keep on pushin’, cause Trumps got the right stuff.