A world deceived by idols
I’ll keep drinking clarity from my Bible
One ends in fallacious
Latter in exaltation
We see the selected
He discerns its connection
All an illusion
Distinct propaganda
Paint their narrative for today
While tomorrow marks the explosion
Talk about slavery like its yesterday
Different art enslaved in censorship every other day
Not hidden in silence
It’s your favorite stars who grew up in this darkness
They present these networks with polish
Behind is the production to demolish
Real people can’t make it into production
We live in a world of lies and deception
Rejecting truth and correction
Talents capitalized on selfish revenue
No attention to the afflicted troupe
Hannah Montana wasn’t just a show
It’s the alternative life celebrities borrow
Children are groomed and abused
Adults are enjoying their money with new views
Parents bought with monetary compliance
Paying money to watch this diabolical alliance
Fans envy the assumed position
Ball out to be in the same room or condition
If only they knew each torment
Refrain from judging the absence of reciprocated excitement
These are real people living in confinement
Fans leave concerts or movies with satisfaction
For the work of celebrities indulged in psychological destruction
Ever wonder why we call them stars?
An industry conducted by the first fallen star
He was the choirmaster
Not arbitrary, he holds the master of your favorite artist
Black people think fame is their token
Milk their talent for a temporary golden
Taint their displays with narcotics, violence, and objectification
Lil money and vacation have them feeling exempt from oppression
Enslaved by the very dollar that purchased them through contracts and litigation
