Fame

(Lastrellpoet LRP)

This piece speaks to the sensationalism and the power of the internet, social media, and how we get caught up in the image of people versus the people themselves and what lies inside a person.

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Ah, what price of fame,  
Is it flooding your pockets with zeros ends up driving you insane,  
Steering in the wrong lane,  
HOV,  
Heroes over Villainy!  
Pick up a piece or come in peace !  
Stop leaving the deceased on the streets,  
This is foe  
Folks with black feet  
Or the gang in blue!  
The decisions up to you! Who knew,  
That LRP was truly this gifted,  
I murder words like a strike right through,  
Just like Hollywood, they run right through,  
Your soul,  
Laying on cosmetic tables  
Bodies expose, changing your nose,  
Balloon breast so supple,  
Big booties tryna sit  
Makes chairs so troubled  
But I'd smash on the double,  
I ain't saying it don't look good,  
But Tinsile Town,  
Got many looking like clowns, or saying shit opposite of profound!  
Got a whole public chasing you down, tryna be down, suck up your energy,  
Quantum realm  
I'm astounded,  
Evil little shits, like Drop Dead Fred,  
Imagine friends  
You got a country run by old dudes in depends,  
Pasty face Nelson's fake ass gangsters with cream!  
The Chords told us  
Life can be a dream,  
But there's no paradise up above,  
Hell is what congress loves, for the rest of us!  
I got a festivus  
Brewing, ideas  
I'm chewing...on,  
light bulbs stay on  
Inside the brain, many lines,  
No cocaine!!  
This verse is propane, gas light myself,  
Meth told me to release my delf,  
Mama told me, to respect myself,  
Pops told me, if they fuck wit you, put 'em on the shelf,  
Brother told me; chop em up first...  
they won't fit or else.  
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