I went to the mall
And I could swear
The government cloned humans
Not just any, but many
Looked like "him"
Every nigga in that mall!! WAS "him"! Who is "him"?
That ball-playing wanna-be pimp
Freestyling, C-rap rapper, pant
Saggin' playa
Who hates haters
Yet hates him AND her
Hyprocrytic mind conformed
By the dime and times
Spent for TV instead of rent
No money in this bag
Yet this nigga still brags
Why? Because he lacks creativity
Individuality?
Wait, there are no individuals
Only "him" who we see
On the TV
The Transformation Vesicle god
Or american idol
It's "him" we now idolize
Instead of He... the Almighty
It is so easy to
Form our hearts
Transform our minds
And conform our will
To this MAN who you
Are greater than
Yet still pretend
And try to blend in
Cuz everybody see's all within
No without, understand?
Without what? without hope
Yet we wish and wannabe
But what ARE we?
Oh... I know... Just
Turn to channel 4
You will see all of us
We have all became famous
Now who do we worship?
No, wait, that's not us...
There is no them...
My fault, it's only "him"



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