Political Pig Game (PG Show Mix)
Verse 1
Same old field, same cracked line,
Pig go up like a hustler’s sign,
Come back down in the same damn spot,
Twenty-yard dream in a broke-down plot.
Same suits talk like they from the block,
But they never had a key to a busted lock,
Say “trust us, fam,” with a grin so wide,
Eat real good off high hog side.
QB lean with a Coastline sway,
Throw that pig like it’s payday,
Pig go up, bills still due,
they gobble it down like barbecue,
But it land in the lap of the one who bent.
CHORUS
That’s the same old, same ol’ go,
Oink-oink, you know…
Up that pig, down it fall,
Same slick lie to a different call.
That’s the same old, same ol’ go,
Oink-oink, you know…
Crowd get loud, bills still due,
Same old pig with a different skin,
F U very much… come back again.
Verse 2
What race you in when they spin that mess?
That’s the code in the back of the test,
Never on the screen, never in the news,
But it pick who eat and who gonna lose.
Palm trees watch with a crooked grin,
Seen this movie, know how it end,
Rust in the joints but the paint look clean,
Sell that broke like a victory scene.
They say “red gang,” they say “blue set,”
Same old wolves with a new baguette,
Tell you “choose up,” like it’s really fair,
While the chain stay stuck in the middle of air.
CHORUS
That’s the same old, same ol’ go,
Oink-oink, you know…
Up that pig, down it fall,
Same slick lie to a different call.
That’s the same old, same ol’ go,
Oink-oink, you know…
Crowd get loud, bills still due,
Same old pig with a different skin,
F U very much… come back again.
Verse 3
West Coast talk with a syrup tone,
Low-rider promise in a megaphone,
Truth get skipped like a scratched-up track,
While they sell that fear in a shiny pack.
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End zone glow like a neon trap,
Close enough make you lean right back,
But you never touch what they never lose,
House stay rich, people pay the dues.
Pig go up like a prayer in smoke,
Pig come down like a half-check joke,
Field look holy in LED light…
But the fix been in since before last night.
FINAL CHORUS
That’s the same old, same ol’ go,
Oink-oink, you know…
Spin that pig, spin that crowd,
Keep ’em broke but keep ’em loud.
That’s the same old, same ol’ go,
Oink-oink, you know…
New face talk, same old rule,
Same old pig with a different skin,
F U very much… come back again.
NEW VERSE (Economy Spin)
They say “we up,” but my block say “nah,”
Gas too high and the rent too raw,
Market look sweet on a TV chart,
But my fridge still starvin’ like modern art.
Champagne talk on a morning show,
“Best year ever,” like we don’t know,
Talk that rich with a velvet grin,
While the coin jar cry when I drop one in.
Jobs look fly on a graph real clean,
But the bill collector know what I mean,
They say “relax, it’s a golden run,”
While the light bill cook what the sun don’t touch.
Math in a suit say “times is great,”
Street translate: “inflation ate,”
If it cost more just to stay alive,
That ain’t thrive… barely survive.
ECONOMY CHORUS (OUTRO)
They say it’s up, but it feel real low,
Oink-oink, you know…
Talk real big, pockets real thin,
Same old spin with a polished grin.
They say “we good,” say “check that chart,”
Oink-oink, you know…
Paper look rich, people still broke,
Same old pig with a different skin,
F U very much… come back again.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR / PERFORMER
Nahu Lanham is a poet, writer, and cultural commentator whose work blends street metaphor, humor, and social critique with philosophical insight. He is the author of six books of poetry, and his voice fuses spoken-word rhythm with sharp observation about power, money, and the games people are told to call “normal.”
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