Master Plan

19 84 was real.  
(Verse 1)
It was a military coup when 
Jackie shot John in the face 

Jackie. John. November glare.
History framed in a frozen stare.
Power shifts in the Texas air.
Who was watching? Who was there?
LBJ bent on his knees to masters unseen,
Rubber wars and gasoline,for the DuPont machine 
Bought and paid in jungle green,
American blood is the profit turning clean.

(Chorus)
1984 was real —
Military boots beneath the seal.
1984 was real —
Tell me what’s truth, tell me what’s reel.

(Verse 2)
Tricky Dick cracks the market wide,
Human bodies commodified.
Three-letter shadows nationwide,
Security state justified.
Reagan, Bush — cold steel rain,
Twin towers fall through smoke and flame.
Waterboard sports in freedom’s name,
Empire laundering guilt and blame.
DHS hostage program payed

(Bridge)
Clinton, Trump — circus flip,
Hollywood horror, frazzle drip.
Agencies sparkle star-lit script,
Beam of fear from a satellite blip.
(Final Verse)
When does it end? When lines go red?
When cities shake from words unsaid?
When leaders gamble overhead?
Or when we wake up from the dread? 

(Final Chant)
1984 was real.
Coup of the mind.
Coup of the will.
Coup of the blind.

90–98 BPM, G-funk bassline,laid-back swing drums,airy synth leads,talk box hook,cinematic menace,street sermon tone