Here’s a mass manufactured soundtrack for the rapture For the sheep being herded deep inside the pasture Play your role The relationship is slave and master So who’s the shepherd with the cane that you’re running after And follow blindly Like many hollow minds behind me Who think the piercings and the nappy ass ‘fro define me And seek identity in trends the media sends nightly Fight the influence? Unlikely Though they might be swayed By alternative viewpoints played If repeated several thousand times a day Now a new trend has been instituted Jump on it quick They’ll talk shit if you’re truant It’s the new style New thug New drug But really it’s the same old shit In a different outfit But I doubt it really matters Ideas stored on a stack of rotating platters Make your reality out of binary data A major promo campaign later
And it’s the subject of all idle chatter
And just like that you’ve been duped The chain was a fake The label rented the coupe Those bomb ass models only showed up for the loot And once they get paid that fool might not recoup But the image won’t diminish the established baller status That you receive daily on your viewing apparatus The biggest and the boldest The best and the baddest You see ‘em on the street and the whole illusion shatters But still the faithful won’t wait ‘til the scheme’s been exposed And stand idly by while their dreams decompose As one scene dies, another scene grows The sheep flock to it and thus the cycle goes On into eternity Until you eventually Learn to be comfortable within your own identity Be the epitome of individuality Or follow the herd And swallow their hollow words