Feed the People

Verse 1

Shelves went quiet, lights still on

Meetings talk while days move on

Numbers climb, hands get cold

Plans get stuck, truth gets sold

I don’t want power, I want bread

Water clean and kids well-fed

If the wheel won’t turn in time

Then I’ll put my hands on mine

Pre-Chorus

No throne, no crown, no fantasy

Just farms and roads and dignity

When systems freeze and people bleed

Someone has to do the deed

Chorus

So I’m taking over, not for gold

Taking over, not for show

Taking over ‘cause empty plates

Are louder than the words they wrote

I’m taking over, steady hands

Count the grain, map the land

If no one moves when hunger speaks

Then I’ll take over—feed the people

Verse 2

No speeches made of polished lies

Just supply chains and sleepless eyes

Trucks at dawn, kitchens late

Neighbors working, not waiting

You don’t need a hero’s face

You need a plan, a time, a place

You don’t need fear or flags unfurled

You need food moving through the world

Pre-Chorus

I don’t promise heaven here

Just fewer nights ruled by fear

If order failed what humans need

Then order changes—watch it breathe

Chorus

So I’m taking over, not with force

Taking over, staying course

Taking over ‘cause hunger don’t

Care who you voted for

I’m taking over, line by line

Rations fair, clocks aligned

No one eats alone tonight

I’ll take over—feed the people

Bridge

This ain’t fire, this ain’t war

This is opening the doors

This is choosing calm and bread

Over crowns and flags and dead

Power’s not the throne you keep

It’s every mouth you let sleep

Breakdown (spoken or half-sung)

If the rules protect the table

But not the chairs

Rewrite the rules

Set the table

Feed everyone

Final Chorus

I’m taking over, clear and plain

Till every street knows no more pain

Taking over just long enough

That no one’s desperate, no one’s tough

Then I’ll step back, fade away

When feeding people’s just the way

You don’t need me, don’t need control

Just keep the promise—feed the people

Outro

No statues, no history

Just full hands and memory

That when it mattered, someone chose

To feed the people—nothing more