Sunday, 17 November 2013
"I don't wanna make it to fake it"
What do I have to do to make it?
Sacrifice my mum so I can get out
of the slum, where a dress for a audition
let them bend me over and I take it up the bum.
One minute be righteous the next play the fool,
once measured by respect but I decided to make
that money rule,
believe in god and practice in
satanic rituals, confuse the younger minds with
words and hand sign visuals.
Create a personality trait,
make you like two of me,
make you love me more
and love my fucked up state.
Should I Join a cult
swear to a demonic oath,
be the idol to stop one generation
maybe two in their growth,
it's so so easy
especially if they are living broke,
convince them of a false struggle
simultaneously party on a boat,
make them ignore political hip hop
and I will convince them to vote;
for the wrong agenda,
who needs to keep it real,
when I can get paid to be a pretender.
People worship me and they don't even
I can make people have a perspective that
they cannot see,
television, tell lies to your vision,
I take your imagination and
combined it into me.
I love the fact that I can shit on a song,
get people swaying blindly and make
their parents look wrong,
My vanity is my fans sanity,
I let them chase my dream as they
slowly lose their reality.
follow me follow me,
you will not be free,
I will trap your mind,
and your soul will
be mine for eternity.
"Don't idolise or you will have idol eyes"