False Prophets
Kendrick Lamar

Intro:
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Verse 1:
They tell us lies, hypnotized by the flicker screens,
Politicians sellin' dreams, puppet masters pullin' strings.
Promises in speeches, preachin' what they never practice,
In the shadows, dealin' malice, quiet as a cactus.
Beneath the suits and ties, hearts blacker than coal mines,
Every handshake's a snake, every smile's a landmine.
They paint the skies with lies, disguise the devil in disguise,
Lobbyists in polished shoes, the truth's what they deprive.
They got the masses stupefied, trapped in their illusion,
Misinformation's warfare, leads to our confusion.
Votes are just statistics in a game of crooked chess,
Every ballot cast, we’re pawns in a devilish mess.
Policies that break us, promises that fake us,
Every rule they make just amplifies the chaos.
They stab us in the back while smilin' to our faces,
In this house of cards, all we get are empty spaces.

Chorus:
False prophets on the stage, talkin' 'bout change,
While we drown in their lies, trapped in their cage.
They preach to the blind while we toil in pain,
Beware the false prophets, it's all a twisted game.

Verse 2:
In the chambers where they schemin', demons whisper in their ears,
Legislations, false foundations, engineered our greatest fears.
Behind closed doors, they plot, but we can't see the threads,
Invisible hands guide the plans, our dreams hangin' by threads.
Tax the poor, feed the rich, twist the law as they see fit,
Smiles coated with deceit, every word another trick.
They flash their plastic grins, feed us tales of hope and glory,
But every chapter turns, it's the same ol' story.
The ink of their promises fades, like ghosts of forgotten prose,
They write our destinies in ashes, every page a blow.
Symbolic gestures, hollow vows, the façade of saviors,
Yet, in their hearts of darkness, we're just mere cogs and labor.
They wage wars in our name, spillin' blood with phantom threats,
Oil and power in their veins, war drums they never regret.
In their castles made of glass, they can't hear our cries,
False prophets in their midst, deliver us from their lies.

Chorus:
False prophets on the stage, talkin' 'bout change,
While we drown in their lies, trapped in their cage.
They preach to the blind while we toil in pain,
Beware the false prophets, it's all a twisted game.

Outro:
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Beware the false prophets, it's all a twisted game.