Three Seventy-Two

Written in direct response to Gas prices hitting $3.72/gallon as the Iran war hits American wallets, diesel approaching $5, inflation surging, lower-income families disproportionately affected, groceries rising, and the economic squeeze on working-class America. The lyrics weave in verified details — US gasoline averaging $3.718/gallon; Up approximately 80 cents in one month; Diesel just under $5/gallon, up $1.34. Majik delivers the report through hip-hop, letting the data hit as hard as the beat. Lines like "Trucker out of Memphis doing math inside his cab" anchor the track in specifics that generic coverage misses. The mood — frustrated, urgent, relatable — 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] Pull up to the pump and watch the numbers start to spin Three seventy-two a gallon, eighty cents more than it's been One month, that's all it took for the war to hit your tank Diesel pushing five dollars and you got the war to thank Trucker out of Memphis doing math inside his cab Every mile costs more now and the margins getting sad Average family filling up was fifty bucks a week Now it's sixty-plus and climbing, that's the future looking bleak Inflation hitting one percent in March, worst in four years And that's the monthly number, let that compound, watch the fears Groceries coming next, the produce truck runs on diesel too Meat and dairy climbing, everything they ship comes through The same fuel that's burning in the strait of Hormuz fires Is the same fuel pricing out the folks with bald-ass tires Lower-income families getting squeezed from every side Can't afford to drive to work, can't afford the bus ride [chorus] Three seventy-two, three seventy-two That's what the war costs me and you Three seventy-two, three seventy-two Every gallon's got some blood in it too Three seventy-two, three seventy-two The price of fury at the avenue [verse 2] GDP came in at point-seven, revised down from one-point-four They cut the number almost half because the data couldn't ignore The slowdown hitting everything from manufacturing to retail S&P lost three weeks straight, the first time in a year that failed Forty-four point seven percent chance the Fed won't cut at all So your mortgage stays expensive while the economy's in freefall But it doesn't hit the penthouse, it don't touch the corner suite It hits the single mother working doubles on her feet In a Honda Civic doing twenty miles to the shift Calculating can she make it on a quarter-tank to drift Kids need lunch money, electricity is due And the war that she didn't vote for costs three seventy-two Diesel up a dollar thirty-four, the freight rates climb Every package, every pallet, every shipment's costing time And the dominos keep falling from the strait to your front door War economy is here, welcome to the store [chorus] Three seventy-two, three seventy-two That's what the war costs me and you Three seventy-two, three seventy-two Every gallon's got some blood in it too Three seventy-two, three seventy-two The price of fury at the avenue [bridge] They say it's for security, they say it's for the cause But security don't matter when your paycheck's got no pause And the war's not in your living room until you check the price Three seventy-two per gallon, that's the sacrifice [chorus] Three seventy-two, three seventy-two That's what the war costs me and you Three seventy-two, three seventy-two Every gallon's got some blood in it too Three seventy-two, three seventy-two The price of fury at the avenue [outro] Eighty cents in thirty days, that's the cost of war Three seventy-two at the pump and it's gonna be more Three seventy-two Three seventy-two