They ask why we do it
Cause we mock what we see
Boyz in the hood
Commenced a killing spree
The world is a stage
But roles ain’t free
Your favorite celebrity
Rockin’ borrowed jewelry
Chasing fame
Not comprehending the game
What they don’t tell you is they had to sleep with the same
Every celeb that made it,
Touched, to get in
Don’t let groupies distract you
It’s their homies they lay with
All you see is fake money
While they cover adversary
Turn to narcotics to knock out their memory
For fame and money, they’ll sell their own baby
Wouldn’t grant them fame
Until they brought them shame
Contracted to silence
Or inflicted with violence
Your favorite celebrity endorses child sex with the mindless
When contracts turn sour
They turn to witchcraft the next hour
Unbeknown to them
The evil they’ve summoned
An industry of frauds
Changing gender to fool with facades’
Promoting self-hate with plastic;
Got women walking around looking like a foreign object
Youth mind of success is being half-naked to profit
No self-respect or a place to class it
First, they curse your spirit, then push to medicine
Condition gets worse
Can’t medicate a demon
Faking deaths and causing riots
Created dungeons to hide all targets
They use, misuse, abuse, then refuse you
If you made a lot of money, clone to kill you
Grooming kids while attacking them mentally
Kids give the audience pleasure
While sleeping with pain, their enemy
Using entertainment to enter and taint minds
Manipulating history to enslave and control lives
They sacrifice each other for fame to prosper
Control them with rituals in-order to rupture
Concerts ain’t nothing but a place of capture
Through frequency, they penetrate your mind
Music is a ritual that preys on humankind
