Circus

welcome to the modern circus,

Big top life, and we’re the clowns on purpose.

We live in a game where everybody’s online,

But lose your charge and suddenly you flatline.

Puppets scrolling through their own storyline,

While the bosses count your cash like it’s all fine.

Politicians talk, but it’s lies on repeat,

Fake news in their mouths, feeding half-dead fleets.

Selling cheap dreams like a drive-thru mood,

While we get played hard and still act « all good ».

Trash-built world, everything for sale,

Your soul, your time, your name on a scale.

We work, we pay, we die, same set,

And still struggle just to fill our plate.

Dirty capitalism dripping with deceit,

They want your cash, not your peace, you sink deep.

Modern slaves dressed tight in shirt and tie,

Smiling at the boss while they’re dying inside.

Look at the system, nothing clean in the frame,

We’re stuck in their movie but left out of the game.

I rap raw, I rap real, I rap street,

Holding up a mirror to this messed-up beast.