Swear you Houdini, disappear from the truth – poof, gone

Mirror shows a clown and they clappin’ at your song

Blame games strong, Oscar-worthy with that pout

Got that lip quiver wavin’, but what’s it really about?

Oh, poor me, cryin’ at the center of the crowd

Drama queen crown, makin’ everything loud

Ancient bells clangin’, echo off your vibe

Foot in your behind, learn to take it in stride

Entitlement crown crooked, teeter on self-pity

Built castles outta sand, now the storms look gritty

Denial your religion, preach sermons to the blind

Westcoast beats hit, truth echoes in rewind

Ancient bells ring while you run and deflect

Crunk bass knocks till the lies intersect

Reality’s a mirror, crackin’ under the strain

Footnotes on your drama, foot deep in your pain

Loud-mouth rhythm, screamin’ “somebody please!”

But attention’s the fix, your concoction's disease

Dirrty south crunk beat, stompin’ on fake woes

Ancient bells chime, skeletons start to show

Oh, poor me, cryin’ at the center of the crowd

Drama queen crown, makin’ everything loud

Ancient bells clangin’, echo off your vibe

Foot in your behind, learn to take it in stride

Santiago Flores Arkansas