Lyrics

The Illusion They Sell

They sold you a dream wrapped in violence and gold,
Told you the streets are the way to be bold.
Taught you that money’s the key to escape,
While they sit at the top, designing your fate.

They glorify crime like it’s power supreme,
While they sip fine wine behind the big screen.
You watch, you absorb, you crave and repeat,
Blind to the chains wrapped tight round your feet.

Rappers push war, TV sells sin,
They say it’s “just music,” but look deep within.
The beats keep you hooked, the words keep you blind,
Feeding the hunger that darkens the mind.

They give you a hero who mirrors the pain,
Make you believe it’s the way to the game.
But the real ones with knowledge? They silence, erase,
Keeping the truth locked deep in the safe.

The power they show you is shackles in gold,
You chase it, you live it, your soul is then sold.
The system, the labels, the media too,
All of them banking on hypnotizing you.

They laugh in the shadows, they love when you fight,
When you kill for respect, when you die for the hype.
The rich stay untouched, their hands remain clean,
While you rot in a cell, chasing their dream.

But now you can see it, the veil’s torn apart,
The scripts, the illusion, the mind-game, the art.
They won’t like this message, they’ll try to distract,
But truth is like fire—it never turns back.

So rise up, wake up, and change up the tune,
Write a new story, your own, not theirs to consume.
No more puppets, no more fake kings,
Only real ones, who know what freedom brings.