The gifts you give have bought a piece of me
Do they entice out of my need?
Are you offering grander things to see?
Unaware it's out of greed...
You favored against the competition
Near the top of the pecking order
You went on a fishing expedition
Initiated into brick and mortar
ch Something like the mafia, but not!
Oaths spoken, not realised
Trying not to get caught
Always, right before your eyes
Controlling the opposition
Sprung his step, so much pride
Bowed down to his sunny disposition
Oh, how it eats me up inside
Existing under the guise of a smile
Witnessed secrets to having it all
Knowledge that there's not extra mile
No one is really answering a call.
br Scandals, cover-ups sew it up
Topping life's pecking order
Overflowing my cup
I've become a status hoarder
Getting somewhere while keeping others down
Convincing them, you're helping
As long as you're wearing the crown
Keep them buying what you're selling...