Yo, Cargill’s cold, cuttin’ jobs in the dark, Chasin’ profits while they tear folks apart. Boardroom suits makin’ moves with no soul, Stackin’ their paper, but the workers pay the toll. Snakes in the grass, yeah, they call it success, But the streets know the game, it’s a straight up mess. They fire the team, leave dreams in the dirt, Cargill’s playin’ with lives, and it’s bound to hurt. Families stranded, lost in the grind, While the rich get richer, leavin’ hope behind. Short sighted moves,...