Aight, so check it: these folks talkin' 'bout building this whole 'Garden of Heroes' in D.C., right? Straight up, they plannin' statues, gardens, reflecting pools… all that bougie stuff. Meanwhile, in the real world, folks still tryna figure out how to pay rent, keep the lights on, and put food on the table. Real talk, where they gettin' all this bread from? They can drop racks on statues of dead folks but can't find a dime to invest in our communities? That ain't right. And who they callin' heroes anyway? Bet it's the same old cats, the ones they always glorifyin', while the real heroes out here grindin' every day just to survive get no love. We talkin' 'bout the mamas workin' two jobs, the pops holdin' down the block, the teachers lookin' out for the youth. Nah, they ain't gonna get no statue. This ain't about honorin' nobody but themselves. It's a flex, a way for them to show off and act like they care, while they keepin' us down. We need that money for schools, for job programs, for healthcare. We need that money to fix the damn streets and get these kids off the corner. This 'Garden of Heroes' ain't gonna do nothin' for us. It's just another reminder that we ain't part of their world. They buildin' monuments to the past, but we tryna build a future. So, while they sippin' tea in their fancy gardens, we gon' be out here workin', hustlin', and fightin' for what we deserve. And when we finally get our shine, ain't nobody gonna need no damn statue to know we real heroes. Keep it 100. No cap.