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 the kind of exhaustion that works through fevers because sick days don’t exist. They write off yachts; we pawn wedding rings. They buy senators; we buy time.
No buzzwords here, no violins—just second shifts and overdrafts turned up loud, past polite, past patient, past begging.
The Have Nots Versus the Have Yachts
[Verse 1] Fake grass Real stress They write off boats I pawned my best Pink slip taped up where I used to rest my head The landlord said, “That’s just how the market’s fed”
[Pre-Chorus] It’s crooked, rigged, loud as hell They’ve got the ladder, we fell
[Chorus] It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts They fly first class, we take what’s left They toast loopholes, we hold our breath They change the law, we change the sheets Still standing — ain’t that proud But we’re still here, and we’re loud It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts
[Verse 2] Fridge light on Ain’t much to see He’s got cash That grows in his sleep Bills stacked halfway up my feet Still hustle hard — no time to eat
[Pre-Chorus] They golf with Congress, we wait in line They sell the future, we serve the time
[Chorus] It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts They clip stocks, we clip coupons They fly private, we fly off the handle They buy silence, we light the scandal They change the law, we change the sheets Still standing — ain’t that proud But we’re still here, and we’re loud It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts
[Bridge] They auction hope at a table for ten Five days late and five years gone again They preach grit from a velvet chair Then raise the rent like they just don’t care
[Final Chorus / Outro] It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts They sail gold seas, we bail the rot They sink the rules, we stay afloat They count stars, we count what’s not Ain’t waiting on change — we’re making waves It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts
hillpoet56
Gene Scott grew up on an Illinois tenant farm where kitchen-table tales mixed magic with hog farms and strip mines. After 40 years in East Tennessee, he’s witnessed nature’s raw power—and its quiet grace to heal what’s broken.
The Have Nots Versus the Have Yachts
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 the kind of exhaustion that works through fevers because sick days don’t exist. They write off yachts; we pawn wedding rings. They buy senators; we buy time.
No buzzwords here, no violins—just second shifts and overdrafts turned up loud, past polite, past patient, past begging.
The Have Nots Versus the Have Yachts
[Verse 1]
Fake grass
Real stress
They write off boats
I pawned my best
Pink slip taped up where I used to rest my head
The landlord said, “That’s just how the market’s fed”
[Pre-Chorus]
It’s crooked, rigged, loud as hell
They’ve got the ladder, we fell
[Chorus]
It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts
They fly first class, we take what’s left
They toast loopholes, we hold our breath
They change the law, we change the sheets
Still standing — ain’t that proud
But we’re still here, and we’re loud
It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts
[Verse 2]
Fridge light on
Ain’t much to see
He’s got cash
That grows in his sleep
Bills stacked halfway up my feet
Still hustle hard — no time to eat
[Pre-Chorus]
They golf with Congress, we wait in line
They sell the future, we serve the time
[Chorus]
It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts
They clip stocks, we clip coupons
They fly private, we fly off the handle
They buy silence, we light the scandal
They change the law, we change the sheets
Still standing — ain’t that proud
But we’re still here, and we’re loud
It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts
[Bridge]
They auction hope at a table for ten
Five days late and five years gone again
They preach grit from a velvet chair
Then raise the rent like they just don’t care
[Final Chorus / Outro]
It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts
They sail gold seas, we bail the rot
They sink the rules, we stay afloat
They count stars, we count what’s not
Ain’t waiting on change — we’re making waves
It’s the Have Nots versus the Have Yachts
hillpoet56