A Lever Long EnoughHow to Get Rich Without Getting Lucky

The first lever is a shovel, a hand upon a rope It's the oldest form of power, it's the oldest kind of hope You gather up your brothers, a crew to lift the stone But their wills are not your own, no, their wills are not your own And this leverage of the body, it is messy and it's loud Just one step from a mutiny, a whisper in the crowd So we praise the honest worker, for the seeds that they have sown But the heaviest of burdens is the one you lift alone The next lever is a promise, a whisper in the bank A current of pure capital that elevates your rank This one needs a trusted name, it needs a steady hand For someone else to give you charge of their own promised land It moves with cool precision, it is surgical and clean The dominant of levers that the last old century's seen And the choir sings of interest on the money that has grown But the quietest of burdens is the one you owe, you owe... But the final lever's freedom, it's the product you can make A thought you can replicate for goodness gracious sake! It's the code that builds a kingdom, it's the podcast in the air It's an army of new robots that are living everywhere This river is permissionless, it doesn't need a key! It is open to the beggar and the king, to you and me And the choir sings "Hallelujah!" for this power newly known The greatest of all burdens is the one you truly own