Two-eighty mil on a steel parade,
While grams eat ramen in a heatwave shade.
Missiles in crates, but the fridge stay bare,
She boilin’ tap, they bombin’ the air.
Lobby boys feast, grandma fasts;
They print war checks, but can’t cut gas.
Make it make sense? Nah…
Make ’em explain.
#4R
He just dropped $280,000,000 worth of artillery in a war that’s not ours, but our grandparents have to live on Ramen noodles because America can’t afford Meals on Wheels anymore.
Make it make sense.