All they want is the cream, Eric Clapton would be ashamed Religion is big business and holy water is fame They want adults and minors to all Remember the Name Funny how the industry's treated like its a game
Management wastes their time, talking to record labels Painters don't get to paint and devils used to be angels Singers don't get to sing and curves become angles Rowers don't to get to row and boats are unstable
Gays ostracized, women objectified Religions are laughed at, truth is classified So called "artists" are crying about bottles and cribs Sounding like babies, get these kids their mama's and bibs
Magazines with trash talk and gossip becomes the bible In Interscope we trust, the artists become disciples Sellouts become rich and talent's without a home Managers out hungry for Excalibur's stone
Artists fight with each other over a few mill' Because some are successful, some aren't, and some killed Some dreams go empty, never caught, and some filled But an artist is an artist, whether low or high skilled
So when art loses emotion and money gets in the way We're all just blind followers at the end of the day So when we all lose sight of whats important in pop culture We all salute, we stand at attention, we're all soldiers
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A poem about selling out, and the capitalism within the music business. Explanations by author MattL.
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