Don’t you feel everything’s the same? The shoes, the food, the cars, more brands but just names to fool you for your sweet money. Learn this, can you speak that, walk this way, get that latest thing  or act that way. Be yourself and you won’t go nowhere, let yourself be manufactured, and everyone will oh love you.

This world is for your taking, as long as you be this way.

It’s robbing you so you could feel good. Like when we smoke, we kill ourselves to feel good without doing what we ought to do. We will do anything to avoid that treadmill, or let ourselves have just another one more burger. I mean, it’s just one more right? Hah, you know better. Like when we buy that babelicious car, doesn’t matter how much more money I owe, I’ll borrow from anyone, as long as I look cool.

Insecure we all are, with magazines, and tele and each other to remind us, we don’t look like Megan Fox or Kate Moss. Or the next Johnny Depp, or Orlando. Stop eating, buy that pill. But oh, no walking please. We screw anyone we could, so we won’t be labelled unwanted. We know we deserve better, but hell, better than being alone. Talk about the latest toys, latest movies, Iphone 4 perhaps? But no, never about the unending war, or phony excuses for Terrorism. Or the blatant evidence that 911 is a setup.

Terrorism = Terror is M’e’

Hate on Islam, burn a Koran day, yeah you know a lot about Islam.

Wish I could to stop all this insanity, laws change as they please. And oh, dont tell me its for the greater good. Greater good for YOU. We say we don’t care, some things just aren’t our business. Yeah, 200 people killed is just statistic. Oh nah, it won’t ever happen to me. All people in Africa are dying of hunger, oh its okay, as long as it ain’t me or my family. I’ll get that ferrari, damn I will look so good with it, screw the global warming, the chimpanzees dying. Oh but I will tell you how much I would love to help, as long as I don’t have to move a single eyelid.

I guess, we are spiralling out of control, clubbing late into the morning, and having hangovers all the time, and you equate that to fun. Something ain’t right, but you push that away. Where did all the smart people go? The ones who care about the world, who heed the warnings of the world? I guess, having that Gucci bag is worth more than a bag of rice for a hungry child. All to ourselves.

Spend so much on Youth Sports.. But yeah, I mean if we need that money more, what could it possibly be worth anything for you eh? Fame and recognition, worth more than love and compassion. But hey that’s okay, as long as you don’t shove into my face to care about it if I don’t. You know, what could it possibly be worth anything for me eh?


It’s all some sick game, all so insincere. Until we stop playing this stupid game, we all are screwed.