Published Mar 18, 2026MonthsCovers: 2026-03-17Day Seventeen
About This Track
A frustrated hip-hop track that dives into Gas prices hitting $3.72/gallon as the Iran war hits American wallets, diesel approaching $5, inflation.
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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 economi...
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