The Circus of Power Remastered

Yo, the political scene's a circus, three-ring chaos,

Clowns in suits playin' games while we pay for their follies.

It’s like a theater show where the script stays blurry,

Promises on repeat but the truth feels more eerie.

Spotlights flash, distractions keep us blindfolded,

While backroom deals get signed and the poor stay jolted.

They sell us dreams wrapped up in red, white, and blue,

But when you peel it back, it’s just smoke screens too.

Now picture this: a ringleader with golden flair,

Swagger so loud it drowns out despair.

He waves his hand, divides the crowd—us versus them,

A house divided crumbles; that’s how the cycle stems.

Trump’s at center stage, makin’ headlines every day,

Some cheer him on, others pray he fades away.

His words cut sharp like knives through fragile seams,

Buildin’ walls higher than our wildest dreams (or nightmares).

This ain’t about left or right—it’s wrong or right!

When leaders divide instead of uniting the fight.

We’re caught in the spin cycle of who holds the throne,

But real power belongs to the people alone.

The Art of Distraction

Let me break it down, man, let me lay it plain,

Politics is chess, and we’re pawns in the game.

They throw scandals, tweets, and soundbites your way,

To keep you distracted from what they really betray.

“Make America Great”—but great for who?

Tax cuts for the rich while the working class screws.

Healthcare on life support, education broke,

And climate change knockin’, but they joke and provoke.

Immigrants demonized as invaders takin’ jobs,

Meanwhile corporations loot pockets without stops.

Family separations at borders tear lives apart,

But hey, don’t worry ‘bout morals—just brand loyalty charts.

Truth becomes twisted, facts turn into lies,

Reality TV star runs the nation—what a surprise.

Media feeds the beast, ratings skyrocket high,

And critical thought gets lost beneath the sky.

So I spit these bars not just to entertain,

But to wake y’all up before we drown in pain.

Music speaks louder than any speech or decree,

‘Cause art has always been the voice of the free.

From Bob Dylan to Kendrick, the mic never lied,

Artists see through the veil where politicians hide.

I’m here to remind you: democracy dies slow,

If we don’t rise now, then watch the foundations go.

Yo, politics ain’t just suits and ties, nah,

It’s the heartbeat of the streets, the cries of Ma and Pa.

From Flint’s water crisis to kids locked in cages,

These ain’t policies—they’re modern-day stages.

For oppression dressed up as progress and pride,

But history remembers which side you reside.

So step to the booth, let the rhythm ignite,

Use your voice like a weapon, bring darkness to light.

The pen’s mightier than swords, my lyrics ignite sparks,

Exposing hypocrisy under neon marquees after dark.

Donald Trump’s name fades, but systems remain,

Until we dismantle the greed fueling all this pain.

Peace.