The numbers climb. The distance shrinks. You start measuring everything against what’s left. “Oil Shock” traces the quiet pressure that changes decisions long before anything breaks.
🎵 What Am I For? A song about losing the work—and finding what’s left. We’re all sinking in private.The door doesn’t open anymore.No one tells
A girl stands quiet at the gate.She’s learned to wait, and wait, and wait. An American Reckoning Verse 1 – The Builders They built a
Rent or Food, We Have to Choose Jane reads the letter by the stove Nine hundred dollars she ain’t got That’s rent or food —
Eviction taped to the door, bills on the windshield. Three jobs, still short on first and last. This is what inequality sounds like—not numbers, but
