Intake 75 (Empty Pockets, Empty Heads)

Intro

Check the roster, check the scores.

Jayasinghe on the track, open up the doors.

Intake 75, we supposed to be a team?

But half of you are ghosts, just living in a dream.

Verse

While I’m grinding in the library, hitting every goal,

You’re sitting in the back, losing your soul.

Top performance in PT, academics on lock,

While you’re watching the clock, waiting for the talk.

I’m pushing for the summit, you’re stuck in the mud,

No fire in your veins, just cold, stagnant blood.

You want the degree but you won't do the work,

Showing up late with a lazy-eyed smirk.

Chorus

Five hundred rupees—is it really that deep?

Acting like beggars while the rest of us leap.

Intake 75, but where’s the support?

You’re failing the mission, you’re failing the court.

No contribution, no effort, no pride,

Just hitching a ride while the real ones provide.

Verse

You talk a big game when it’s time to complain,

But when the fund needs a boost, you’re feeling the strain?

Five hundred bucks and you act like it’s gold,

A bunch of grown men with stories untold.

"I'll pay it next week," yeah, we’ve heard that before,

While you’re begging for favors and asking for more.

You want the unity? Then put in your share,

Instead of the silence and the "I don't care" stare.

Bridge

High performance isn't just about the grades,

It’s about the character before the memory fades.

If you can't help a brother, if you can't build the fund,

Then don't be surprised when your time here is done.

Outro

Step it up or step aside.

Intake 75 deserves more than a free ride.

Jayasinghe out.

(Pay the fund.)