You're not trying hard enough.

This track is a heavy, gritty hard-blues anthem that metaphors social inequality as a "rigged game" and a "fixed race." It captures the primal roar of a man ready to bare his fangs against the detached elite from the depths of despair.

The journey begins in the cinematic loneliness of a rainy night with a glass of bourbon. As the heavy drums and bass kick in, the melancholy transforms into a fierce, vocalized rage. It delivers a scathing critique of those at the top who preach about "effort" without ever dirtying their own hands. The lyrics poignantly state that light only shines from above to create shadows for those below-a cold, undeniable truth of the class divide.

The core message in the chorus, "I won't use my soul as a betting chip," represents the final shred of dignity that even the most downtrodden refuse to surrender. The emotional, wailing guitar solo channels a sense of restless frustration and the flickering flame of an unyielding will. With an outro that settles into a low, menacing growl, the song leaves a lasting impression: even in the pouring rain, the fire in his eyes has not died. This is a powerful piece for anyone who has ever felt like the deck was stacked against them.