2. don't be famous

no paparazzi, please,

i’m tired of the lights,

been fighting

all my life

to get the flowers

while i’m here,

instead, they insist

on making me

invisible,

blink and you might miss,

still got

nothing but hits,

need more than

a few hands

to run through the list,

stuck in the quietness,

i did it all myself,

everything i could

to let the words live,

even when they all

tried to keep me

in silence.

i’m my own promo,

do it all myself,

always had to be

my own biggest fan,

just me

and the people

in my head,

put all my faith

in myself,

‘cause God’s as real

as apple pie

is canadian,

put me through the pain,

so i’m taking back

my name,

reclaiming the throne

as the poetry king,

writing what’s real

while the fakes

keep spinning the wheels.

these people whipped

to the system,

they’re chained,

and they’re slaving

tryna keep

the numbers raising,

but the ego’s

more fragile

than a glass house,

i saw what

the fame shit

turned ‘em into

and it’s sickening,

heads are inflating,

narcissists get caught up

in the numbers game,

trade humanity for clout,

decency for the bag,

accountability for views,

tryna climb aboard

the train,

but it’ll burst into flames,

ready to take it all

along the way.

don’t be famous