Verse 1
Politics twisted, it’s scripted for profit,
Different suits, same puppets inside of the office.
They don’t lead nations, they manage perception,
Sell fear in a loop, call it public protection.
Ballots feel hollow, just flavors of fraud,
Left talk, right talk—same money involved.
Smile for the cameras, shake hands with the poor,
Then slide to the backroom, start drafting the war.
Power turn morals into flexible phrases,
Truth get negotiated, facts get debated.
They promise tomorrow, delay it forever,
Keep us divided so they stay up together.
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Hook
Truth get buried, headlines get loud,
Lies go viral, facts get drowned.
Pick a side, pick a screen, let it think for your brain,
Everybody screaming but nothing gets changed.
Red or blue, it’s a rigged masquerade,
Different actors, same play getting played.
If the lie sound clean and the truth sound odd,
That’s how you know they did their job.
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Verse 2
Greed got a pulse, money talk fluent,
Buy the law, rewrite what’s “true” when they do it.
Lobbyist ink on the bills they pass,
People get captions, corporations get cash.
News anchors acting like prophets of peace,
Reading scripts written by companies.
Outrage for clicks, trauma for views,
If it don’t trend, then it ain’t the news.
Social feeds flood you with curated rage,
Algorithm cage, psychological chains.
They don’t need force when they got control,
Convince you it’s choice while they molding your soul.
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Verse 3
Everybody woke but sleep in disguise,
Trusting half of a clip, none of the lines.
Certainty loud, ignorance proud,
Truth too complex so they dumb it down.
I don’t trust crowns, platforms, or thrones,
If it profits from chaos, it’s probably owned.
Read between bars, decode the design,
If they rush you to pick, it ain’t neutral or kind.
I stay skeptical, calm, I observe,
‘Cause the loudest opinions know the least for sure.
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Outro / Final Hook
Truth get buried, money stay clean,
Freedom marketed like a brand on a screen.
When lies feel safe and the truth feel wrong,
That’s when the con really going strong.
This ain’t left or right—it’s up and above,
They don’t rule with truth, they rule with the buzz.
YND
