It goes like this you don’t care what happens to me
as long as I provide entertainment you happy for me
don’t care about my life, don’t care about my health
all you paparazzi do is care about your wealth
leave some folk leaving in fear
am I alone I ask myself, am I free to be myself
got me analysing every situation
one slip starts the media celebration
and you wonder why we lose it
seems like I’m here for your amusement
all this fame I didn’t want, earning money was the game
coughing out lies like it was flu
all this breaking news is news to me too
I try to hide but you find me again
can’t lose your sight, got a tight grip on my life
I’m the slave, you the master
small boy, you a pastor
relationship straight up disaster
like coyote befriending road runner
we won’t get along but I understand the need
I understand your job and why you do what you do
but is there a common ground we can reach
a place with no fear, freedom of speech
I’m sure we can come to an agreement
and still make my life your entertainment