Bella Ciao

I’m here to audit every ounce of your bravado, hollow as a lotto ball

You’re begging for a feature, standing in the lobby like a dog inside a shopping mall

You flex a Lamborghini? That’s a lease, a piece of plastic for the niche

I’ll snatch the keys and leave you stranded in the middle of the pitch, you bitch

You’re not a boss, you’re an employee with a shiny chain