While you’re posting, making brands
These molds are sculpted with my hands
Faking press is fine, you see
When you don’t care for “look at me”
Having followers is great
But does the content satiate?
Or does it only serve the “you”
As influencers tend to do
So smart they seem to think they are
But when you ask them, from afar
Do you really think at night
That you have purpose, or insight?
Step in this confession booth
Look in my eyes, and tell the truth
Are you satisfied with them
Or is fake a thing you’ll condemn?
You know exactly what I mean
When you read these words on this screen
Do not pretend to play the fool
You know precisely what you do
There exists a world, out there
That means the things it says – that’s fair
You may not know it, in L.A.
But I promise it’s real, today
People living, who have a soul
And they don’t need to pay a toll
To participate in things that they
Want to have hands in, or a say
A place where people get along
Not needing asking, who among
A place where things aren’t all closed off
By those who sin and those who scoff
By hypocrites who seem to think
That I can drink, but they can’t drink
Let’s build a wall they must besiege
And force them to call me, “your Liege”
This is what you have become
Yes, Hollywood, you’re Satan’s son
Shunning that which might outlast
While faking such a righteous path
You hold power, yes it’s so
This I know that you all know
But people are all waking up
And soon – the waves will fill this cup
How the World Should Work 