Yanalie - Prophets of Privilege Lyrics

[Intro]
Trust fund baby with a microphone
Trying to prove that my struggle's my own

[Verse 1]
Born with a silver spoon, yeah, I know the truth
Modern art on my walls, but I'm feeling uncouth
Mama's dinner parties, daddy's gallery shows
While I'm in the basement making beats that nobody knows
Seventeen and screaming at my reflection's face
"Your art ain't shit 'cause you ain't from that place"

[Chorus]
Villa walls can't contain my soul
Designer clothes but a street heart's gold
F*ck your judgement, yeah, I've heard it all
Watch me rise while these facades fall
(While these facades fall)

[Verse 2]
Stockholm nights, Helsinki dreams
Popping pills just to feel something real, it seems
Underground workshops taught me more than school
Marcus showed me raw beats make privileged kids look like fools
Marble floors beneath my feet
But my mind's in gutters where real art meets
Breaking down in studios, searching for truth
Between trap beats and folk samples, I found my proof

[Bridge]
Mama's crying, "Why you gotta be this way?"
'Cause authenticity's the price I gotta pay
Split between two worlds, neither feels like home
Building something real from this broken throne

[Chorus]
Villa walls can't contain my soul
Designer clothes but a street heart's gold
F*ck your judgement, yeah, I've heard it all
Watch me rise while these facades fall
(While these facades fall)

[Outro]
Trust fund baby with a story to tell
Rather burn in truth than live in this privileged hell
This is who I am, take it or leave it be
Art ain't about where you're from, it's about breaking free