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Both Your Hands
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Both Your Hands was released on August 21, 2026 by Mind and Machine Productions as a part of the album Stacked Deck
August 21, 2026
LabelMind and Machine Productions
LanguageEnglish
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They told you fill your plate up half with produce and with green
Then they spent it all on corn syrup and everything between
Ninety cents of every dollar chasing soy and corn and wheat
Four cents for the vegetables they swear you gotta eat
That's not a contradiction, that's a business, that's a plan
Fund the sugar with one hand and the warning with the other hand
Two hundred billion dollars every year on diabetes care
For a war they're funding both sides of, and they know it, and they don't care
One hand grows the sickness, one hand sells the cure
Same donors on the checks, same lie, same door
They subsidize the poison and they patent the relief
Fill your plate with what will kill you, call it cheap
Ninety cents to grow the syrup, four to grow the field
The pyramid you gave us is the poison that you sealed
I'm not sick because I'm weak, I'm sick because it's sold
You grew the sickness on purpose. Now the truth gets told
Now the truth gets told
Sixty cents of every calorie a factory designed
Not a food, a formulation, engineered to hijack the mind
Built to beat your fullness, built to make you eat past full
A thousand extra calories they scienced into you at the bowl
And when it breaks your body down they've got a pill for every part
One for sugar, one for pressure, one to slow your failing heart
They will medicate the symptom while the cause is on the shelf
'Cause a customer who's cured is not a customer to sell
One hand grows the sickness, one hand sells the cure
Same donors on the checks, same lie, same door
They subsidize the poison and they patent the relief
Fill your plate with what will kill you, call it cheap
Ninety cents to grow the syrup, four to grow the field
The pyramid you gave us is the poison that you sealed
I'm not sick because I'm weak, I'm sick because it's sold
You grew the sickness on purpose. Now the truth gets told
Now the truth gets told
There's a farmer who wanted to grow the things that make you well
But the money's in the commodity, so that's the seed they'll sell
Get big or get out, they told him, plant the corn from fence to fence
Then priced him off his grandad's land and called it common sense
The top ten percent of growers eat near eighty of the aid
While the little farms that feed their towns just wither in the shade
He didn't want to grow the syrup. He wanted to grow food
But a treadmill doesn't ask you, and it never once slowed
And the study that would warn you never makes it to the screen
'Cause the network runs on ad revenue from everything obscene
They bought the segment, bought the doctor, bought the label on the box
That says heart-healthy on a cereal that's mostly sugar rocks
Twice the lobbying of any trade for the size of what they move
Three times the money to the ones who vote the way they choose
It isn't a conspiracy, it's a receipt, it's public math
Follow every dollar and it lands on your behalf
Now the body that you're given is a thing you've got to keep
That part is on all of us, awake or half asleep
But they flooded every aisle and they poisoned every well
Then dressed it up as freedom and they rang it at the till
So take the weight that's yours to take, and carry it with pride
Then aim the rest right up the chain at the ones who built the lie
One hand grows the sickness, one hand sells the cure
Same donors on the checks, same lie, same door
They subsidize the poison and they patent the relief
Fill your plate with what will kill you, call it cheap
Ninety cents to grow the syrup, four to grow the field
The pyramid you gave us is the poison that you sealed
I'm not sick because I'm weak, I'm sick because it's sold
You grew the sickness on purpose. Now the truth gets told
And it's finally starting to crack. It's finally coming out
But I'm angry that they let us get this far to have to shout
One hand grows the sickness
One hand sells the cure
I see both your hands now
I see both your hands
Written by: Anthony Ray Botticelli
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