[Intro] Yeah. This ain’t me vs a man — This me vs a mindset. Echo chambers with Wi-Fi halos. [Verse 1] I’m watching the circus while Rome on a drip feed, Scroll through the outrage, dopamine IV. Everybody yelling but nobody see, We divided by design, arguing for free. Halftime shows over halftime souls, Who more oppressed, who got more control. Politics like jerseys, pick a side and bleed, Meanwhile the roots run deeper than tweets. Y’all debate trends while the timeline burns, Chasing validation, never asking who earns. Influencers preaching from sponsored thrones, Truth get buried under memes and drones. I say “Look up,” they say “Pick a side.” I say “Think twice,” they say “Choose your tribe.” You call it awareness, I call it a cage, Algorithm gods got you scripted on stage. [Pre-Hook] Blindfold comfort, noise as a shield, You’d rather fight neighbors than question the field. Children crying in shadows you mute, But you’ll riot for clout in designer boots. [Hook] Echo, echo — nothing original, Rage recycled, outrage digital. We self-serve lies like it’s spiritual, Tear down each other — that’s habitual. If truth don’t trend, it’s invisible, If it cost comfort, it’s fictional. Humanity loud but pitiful, Kings of distraction, miserable. [Verse 2] Hypocrites preaching with polished tone, Condemn the monster but protect their own. Turn blind eyes when it’s inconvenient, Morals flexible, never obedient. Kids exploited, systems corrupted, You scroll past pain like it’s corrupted. Comment “thoughts and prayers,” then back to the feed, Addicted to drama, allergic to deed. You scream revolution from cushioned seats, But silence yourself when it hits your street. Not about flags, not dollars, not fame, It’s about conscience — and y’all playin’ games. I don’t worship parties or puppet debate, I question the pattern, the cycle of hate. You’d rather burn bridges with people next door Than face the machine at the core. They pit race on race, belief on belief, Sell you division packaged as relief. You swallow the script, defend it as fate, Attack your reflection, protect the gate. [Bridge] I’m not your hero, I’m not your saint, I’m rage in a mirror you’re scared to paint. Not calling for chaos, I’m calling for spine, For moral lines drawn clear in time. Protect the young, protect what’s pure, If that’s extreme, then what’s mature? I won’t play numb just to belong, Silence is comfort — and comfort is wrong. [Final Hook] Echo, echo — say it again, Blame your neighbor, defend your pen. We self-destruct then call it zen, History loops and we pretend. If truth divides, you’ll choose the crowd, If conscience whispers, you drown it loud. Humans loud, easily led, Build their own cages, paint them red. [Outro] So this ain’t a diss to a single face, It’s to the species that loves disgrace. We could guard the future, break the chain — But we’d rather argue in digital rain. Me vs the echo. And the echo scared of silence.

Kings of Distraction