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[Spoken Intro]
Am I allowed to say this?
Will they come for me?
What if I lose it all?
Maybe.
I don't know.
Start the beat.

Verse 1
You wear your wounds like designer clothes,
Show them off everywhere you go.
Every scar’s another crown,
Every cry another stage.
You scream about the system
But it feeds your addiction
You cash your pain like currency,
Privileged trauma on repeat.

Chorus
Privileged trauma — you love the taste,
Build your kingdom out of blame and rage.
Pointing fingers, lighting fires,
But your gospel’s built on your desires.
Every word a masquerade,
Every tear a debt you’ve made.
You’ve got the privilege you condemn —
Privileged trauma’s your best friend.

Verse 2
Arrogant ones in your crosshairs,
But the mirror’s the one that stares.
You weaponize what you survived,
Forget you’re breathing, you’re alive.
Others dream of your so-called pain,
But you wear it like a badge of fame.
You don’t heal, you just perform,
Your trauma’s your uniform.

Chorus
Privileged trauma — you love the taste,
Build your kingdom out of blame and rage.
Pointing fingers, lighting fires,
But your gospel’s built on your desires.
Every word a masquerade,
Every tear a debt you’ve made.
You’ve got the privilege you condemn —
Privileged trauma’s your best friend.

Bridge (spoken/half-sung, sharp)
Privilege is the microphone,
Privilege is the stage you own.
Privilege is the reason why
You get to scream and vilify.
You think you’re righteous, think you’re true,
But the privilege reeks right off of you.

Final Chorus (bigger, harsher)
Privileged trauma — your sweetest drug,
You drink the poison, call it love.
Pointing fingers, playing saint,
But it’s your throne you want to paint.
Every wound’s a crown you wear,
But truth is something you can’t bear.
You’ve got the privilege you condemn —
Privileged trauma’s your best friend.