[Verse 1]
I want a trillion dollars, stack it up to heaven’s gate
Buy the moon, rename the stars, privatize the pearly state
Midas touch on every plate, filet the world and never wait
Park a yacht in every port, even oceans know my weight
Build a tower in the jungle, call it Eden 2.0
Buy the patents on the raindrops, sell you back your own H₂O
My cologne? “Deforestation.” I smell like war and IPOs
Give my son a private nation—just a sandbox, nothing gross

[Hook]
But what’s a trillion to a man if the village ain’t fed?
If your name’s on every billboard, but the soul of Earth is dead?
If your power’s built on silence, on the backs of broken bread—
Tell me, what’s a throne of diamonds in a land where justice bled?

[Verse 2]
Let’s talk about the cost, since the gloss hides the scars
Every billionaire’s a policy, a prison, and a war
Every trillion’s built on children mining phones in lands afar
While their moms inhale the ashes of your factory memoirs
See, the trillionaire’s a symptom, not the sickness or the cure
Just a hyper-wealthy fever in a system so impure
Where the algorithm amplifies what keeps the poor demure
And the rich keep building bunkers when the floods come to the shore

[Bridge – Spoken Word Flip]
What’s the GDP of a broken heart?
What’s the ROI on a stolen art?
Who profits from the climate chart?
Who buys a planet just to tear it apart?

[Verse 3]
They say, “Don’t hate the player,” but I study the game
It’s got rules written in red lines and colonial shame
Tax havens like fantasy islands where no justice came
Meanwhile, back home, your neighbor can’t remember their name
From working three jobs, while Bezos launches a fourth moon
While Walmart counts their profits by exploiting afternoon
Shifts with no breaks, while oil execs toast on a dune
Watching the world burn and calling it a boon

[Hook Reprise]
What’s a trillion to a man if the air can’t be kissed?
If your name’s in history books, but your conscience don’t exist?
If your daughter eats gold dust while whole cities go dismissed—
Tell me, what’s a throne of riches when the people can’t resist?

[Outro – Common Sense-style Reflection]
We ain’t anti-success, we just pro-survival
Pro-justice, pro-love, pro-earth revival
You can’t own the future—only borrow the now
So share the wealth, plant the seeds, and take a vow:
To never build a kingdom that requires a graveyard,
To never hoard abundance while the world’s living hard.
That’s real capital—compassion, not capital gains
Common sense in a world gone insane.