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Caught up in glitz and glitter
Allegiance pledging, crossing hearts
Heads in love, under blue skies above
Stars and stripes, flipped for times of strife
In concerto believing in striving fantasies in
Isles of Manz
The come up, done came up and went out
Players played games of getting paid in full
Love of that material stuff, spectators sport
Karma was colder than influenza, in being caught
Legends captured as harlequin knights, robbin’ hood tights
Emulated by ‘odes in oodles of imitators of lust filled temptation
Pillow talk was in group chat, so everybody knew the pass off
Love was on every channel, from Gucci to Baby Phat to Balenciaga
From cheats to creeps to thief’s of night, footprints of playa’s cleats mark sheets
Last rites, some long for prologue 2b sung for ages commemorated in folk songs
Gangsterdom been commercialized and is marketed as love for life and liberties
Documentaries apply make up by way of fake heir and contrived clashes
Depiction has always been the addiction of affliction
Gettin’ love based on how you felt it should never be told
No matter the accuracy, it only counts by how many units you sold
But as far as the truth, well, that Rests’ in Pieces!
