Eleven Billion

This track was born from a real headline: The $11 billion first-week cost of the US-Iran war juxtaposed against domestic needs and rising costs. Muckraker's reggaeton production gives the story the weight of a front-page exclusive — journalism you can feel in your chest. Lines like "Gas jumped eighty cents, I'm paying five for diesel now," anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — angry — reflects the emotional reality behind the numbers. Every Majik's Studio news track exists to make you feel the story, not just read it.

[verse 1] Eleven billion in a week, let that number breathe, That's eleven billion reasons we got right to grieve. My neighborhood ain't got clean water, school roof's caving in, But we dropping smart bombs overseas, where do I begin? Gas jumped eighty cents, I'm paying five for diesel now, Truckers parking rigs on interstates, taking a final bow. Mama said she can't afford the medicine this month, But the military budget got whatever it wants. Eleven billion buys a lot of textbooks, a lot of cures, A lot of bridges, a lot of homes, a lot of open doors. Instead we buying Tomahawks at two million a pop, Firing them into cities where the screaming doesn't stop. So when they wave the flag and say support the troops or leave, I say support them—bring them home so families can breathe. Eleven billion, first week only, clock is still on, How much more until we realize something is wrong? [chorus] Eleven billion, count it up, Eleven billion, that's enough. Eleven billion, who we funding? Eleven billion, keep it coming? Eleven billion, count it up, Eleven billion, that's enough. [verse 2] They shut the Strait of Hormuz down, one-fifth of all the oil, Now the world economy is twisting in a coil. Farmers can't afford the diesel for the planting season run, Fertilizer prices spiking, crops won't get done. Inflation at one percent a month, highest in four years, Working families drowning while the profiteers drink cheers. Defense stocks up forty percent since the missiles flew, Somebody's getting rich, and it isn't me or you. I'm watching single moms in line at the food bank door, Same week Congress voted sixty billion more. So I march with my community, I march with my block, We banging pots and pans at midnight round the clock. From the bodegas to the barrios, the message is the same, Spend it on the people, not on war and shame. Eleven billion for destruction, zero for the hood, They could've changed the world for good if only they would. [chorus] Eleven billion, count it up, Eleven billion, that's enough. Eleven billion, who we funding? Eleven billion, keep it coming? Eleven billion, count it up, Eleven billion, that's enough. [bridge] Count it—one billion for the schools, Two billion for the hospitals breaking rules, Three billion for the water, four for the roads, Five billion lift the weight of heavy loads, Six, seven, eight, nine, ten—we ain't even done, Eleven billion dollars and they spent it on a gun. [chorus] Eleven billion, count it up, Eleven billion, that's enough. Eleven billion, who we funding? Eleven billion, keep it coming? Eleven billion, count it up, Eleven billion, that's enough. [outro] Eleven billion... eleven billion... That's the price tag on a war nobody wanted. Eleven billion... eleven billion... And the meter's running, the meter's running still.