Welcome to the North, where the signal is owned.

Loafing in the drift, but the ice is getting thin Big blue towers making sure we never win One step forward, two feet in the red Market-driven logic, but they’re starving us instead I’m in my bag, but the bag is under siege Truly cold reality, kneeling to the liege Scamming the future just to keep the current high I see the ghost of the maple in the sky.

I’m in high pursuit of a rate that doesn’t bleed But the big three players got a different kind of greed I remember when the gate was open and the code was free Now it’s industrial volume for a minor-league fee Don’t talk back, the monopoly is signed They’re routing every thought through a designated line I see the picture frame, but it’s pixelated debt A fabulous scheme that hasn’t peaked yet It’s a balla race, but the track is paved with salt Looking for the meaning while they’re locking down the vault They want the heels and the dollar bills, nothing in between Just a digital cartel running the machine.

I’m in this nightmare, looking for a stitch The middle class is morbid while the boardroom’s getting rich Good or evil? Man, I can’t decide But I’m hitting the gas while the citizens hide.

I’m ’bout ‘em racks, but the dollar is a ghost From the prairie kitchen to the frozen coast Stayin’ consistent while they overtax the seed A Microsoft mindset based on grocery greed I move shards, they move the interest floor I’m parlayin’ slow while they’re closing every door Gators is major, but the rent is a bite The numbers man is staying up every single night I don’t make a wish, I just diversify the risk Before the whole system gets wiped off the disk I envision the game and it looks like a cage The invisible admin is turning the page.