Genre: Life, People
How can I write what I feel when i dont feel a thing.
I am into dope music, but by myself, is when i sing
to beautiful metaphors, raw lyrics, and melodic symphonies.
That’s why I want to rescue those artist from that dirty industry.
Because from the dirty corners of my brain, they have rescued me.
You’re an amazing artist and too talented; from control, propaganda, bad deals, you should be free.
People believe what they hear and listen to what they see.
Sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who understands that not everything isn’t what it seems.
I want to end the deception and own a record company.
One that encourages exploration of artistic integrity.
All of your morals and all of your soul would be for you to keep.
God has given you position of unique saviors so praise i give to thee.
The devil uses your position of power to only speak of sex, drugs, and division of communities.
Over at _______ records they’ll be nothing short of Kings and Queens speaking of uplifting subjects and on our deserved possessions of royalty.
And of course the occasionally shake your tail feather for everyone to enjoy at parties and move your feet.
But business comes first.
May freedom sing on a Black Friday. Nightmare on wall Street. Trick or treat.
No more albums and buck a meet and greet.
You all are the real angels of music, with God, Satan, you shall defeat.
That “one man shouldn’t have all that power.”
His 33rd he calls holy land, over there he frequently creeps.
But “perfection is so, mm,” sow what you reap.
The wrath of the good is coming, the industry is number one public enemy.
Help us, help you. You are already crowned.
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