Inflation Nation
Inflation Nation
They tax the air, they print the rain,
Then say it's growth to numb the pain.
They push the poor into the grind,
And call it peace to stay aligned.
But I’ve escaped the hidden fee,
With every sat, I claim I'm free.
Their circus fades, their script decays.
I’ve left their realm, refused their ways.
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