(Verse 1)
Yo, they pullin’ on the strings, whole crowd in a trance,
Turn the truth into a product, sell it back in advance.
Politics with the showbiz, headlines with the spin,
Say the villains are the “others,” claim the heroes always win.
They divide and they hype, keep emotions on high,
While the real conversations drift off and die.
They say look over here, so you don’t see over there,
Smoke screens everywhere—man, pollution in the air.
(Hook)
It’s a game, it’s a play, it’s a well-worn script,
Same pen, same page, every channel you flip.
But the masses can rise if they open their eyes,
Start askin’ who profits when they sellin’ the lies.
(Verse 2)
Religion in the mix like a passport to truth,
But some leaders bend belief just to gather a booth.
Turn faith into a weapon, or a brand with a logo,
While the prophets in the books whisper “that ain’t how it’s s’posed to go.”
Celebrities distract—shiny lives, curated feeds,
Publicists plant stories like they plantin’ new seeds.
You follow every move, think you know ’em like kin,
But it’s filters on filters on filters again.
(Hook)
It’s a game, it’s a play, it’s a well-worn script,
Same pen, same page, every channel you flip.
But the masses can rise if they open their eyes,
Start askin’ who profits when they sellin’ the lies.
(Bridge)
News media spin cycles like laundry on repeat,
Turn dollars into narratives and facts into a beat.
Outrage is the currency, attention is the throne—
They keep you scrollin’ just to keep you under their control zone.
But knowledge is a flashlight and you hold the switch,
Flip it on, break the pattern, pull the plug on the glitch.
(Outro)
So question every headline, every sermon, every show,
Every promise from a face that you think you know.
Power don’t vanish—nah, it shifts where it’s sent,
And the masses get free when they stop bein’ the event.
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