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"Fame Money Game" produced by Jahna Sebastian

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Fame … Money … Game …
Who is really playing?
Fame … Money … Game …
Who is really playing?

Verse 1:
How many times we’ve been tricked in this game
Trying to get money, power and fame
Until the point you realize you’re going insane
Cause devil’s infected your brain!
In a rat race set up by manipulators, soul traders
To track those who wanna be famous
Chasing paper, getting naked for the haters,
Blogs talking ‘bout the stars in the making
It’s good to dream, but better trash down illusion
I gotta make a way through this confusion
Been doing my thing since back home for a minute
But I ain’t signing up for slavery to succeed in it
I’ve been offered contracts for thirty years
To sell bubble gum until nobody cares
Posing like a clown, alter ego out
Washing brains of the youths, first you in then you out!

I coulda been a worldwide super trick star,
Super freak driving twenty five cars
Like them worshipping themselves in the mirror
Love ‘em, hate ‘em – you can never satisfy their ego!

I coulda been a worldwide super trick star,
Super freak driving twenty five cars
Like them worshipping themselves in the mirror
Love ‘em, hate ‘em – you can never satisfy their ego!

Fame … Money … Game …
Who is really playing?
Fame … Money … Game …
Who is really playing?

Verse 2:

How could you loose yourself in the vanity
The deal has been sealed, it’s virtual reality,
Your mind is controlled, you traded your soul,
Forgot your way back home, now reap what you sown
Lights flashing bright, smile for the cameras,
Feeding the media with the lies most desirable,
Chosen to promote Babylon into the masses,
Serving the masters as the rose-colored glasses
Sex tapes, drug abuse, anything to make it rain,
No matter how you get it, no riches will fit in your grave
But if you sold your soul for the road to stardom
Is a passage to hell, the price for fruit in the dark garden
Anonymous haters playing the game of trend setters,
Navigating away from issues that really matter,
Fake rebels slowly slipping into darkness,
Loosing the sharpness of their image and attract less
It’s a spiritual war, separating the wheat from the chaff,
Emancipating people from the Matrix,
Only faith in God and my baby
Saved me and gave peace

I coulda been a worldwide super trick star,
Super freak driving twenty five cars
Like them worshipping themselves in the mirror
Love ‘em, hate ‘em – you can never satisfy their ego!


Fame … Money … Game …
Who is really playing?
Fame … Money … Game …
Who is really playing?