Sheepish - Thavius Beck

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 shepard 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, don’t 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

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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 apperatus

The biggest and the boldest

The best and the baddest

You see 'em in the street

And the whole illusion shatters

But still the faithful won’t wait 'till the scheme’s been exposed

And stand idly by as 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 epitomy of individuality

Or follow the herd

And swallow the hollow words

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