Hook
They sell hope in a bottle, pain in disguise
Say “trust me,” look you dead in the eyes
When you’re desperate, they circle like vultures in flight
Turn your illness to profit, call darkness the light
Snake oil saints, yeah they preach and they grin
Say they heal, but they feed on the state that you’re in
If you’re hurting, they hunting—don’t fall for the spin
They don’t want you to heal, they just want you to spend
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Verse 1
Slide in your feed when you searching for answers
Target the weak like a pack of romancers
“Docs don’t know, but I cracked the code”
Link in the bio, now you back in the hole
Got a cleanse, got a course, got a protocol stack
“DM me for truth,” yeah they funnel you back
No data, no trials, just vibes and a reel
With a ring light glow tryna counterfeit real
You in pain, brain fog, heart racing, can’t sleep
They see algorithm gold in the tears that you weep
Say “Big Pharma lying,” now you primed for the pitch
From a dude with no license but a Shopify glitch
It’s deeper than scams, it’s a system they built
Monetize fear, then they bury the guilt
When care falls short, they don’t fill in the gap
They exploit every crack just to build them a brand
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Hook
They sell hope in a bottle, pain in disguise
Say “trust me,” look you dead in the eyes
When you’re desperate, they circle like vultures in flight
Turn your illness to profit, call darkness the light
Snake oil saints, yeah they preach and they grin
Say they heal, but they feed on the state that you’re in
If you’re hurting, they hunting—don’t fall for the spin
They don’t want you to heal, they just want you to spend
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Verse 2
Yeah the system ain’t clean, people hurting for real
So when someone says “I see you,” you feel
That pull, that hope—it’s a hell of a grip
But empathy twisted becomes part of the script
“Cut this, add that, just buy this kit”
Now your savings run dry and you still feel sick
Then they pivot—“you didn’t try it right”
Blame the patient, keep the lie airtight
Always one more step, one more thing to chase
While they screenshot revenue, you losing your base
Physical, mental, financial decline
That loop ain’t random—it’s built by design
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Bridge
You deserved real care, not a sales campaign
Not a guru getting rich off your pain
There’s a difference between help and a polished con
And the loudest voice ain’t the one that’s strong
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Final Hook
They sell hope in a bottle, pain in disguise
Say “trust me,” look you dead in the eyes
When you’re desperate, they circle like vultures in flight
Turn your illness to profit, call darkness the light
Snake oil saints, yeah they preach and they grin
Say they heal, but they feed on the state that you’re in
If you’re hurting, they hunting—don’t fall for the spin
They don’t want you to heal… they just want you to spend
