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Be4 Da Headline
- ///Verse 1
- 0:49
- Would they recognize my brilliance if I wasnt in a casket
- Would they magnify my presence or just view me as a has been
- Casualty of apathy, they only grant you empathy when tragedys the catalyst
- Grabbing at the fragments of a life they never valued 'til its ashes, its backwards
- Manufactured passion after fatalities happen, extracting reactions
- Packaging anguish for the masses to caption, distraction from action
- They fashion compassion like a limited edition, a trend in remission
- The second that the sentiment diminishes, theyre finished with giving a fuck about the mission
- Conditional conviction got us living in friction between the real and the rendered
- They remember your existence when youre missing from existence, what a sentence
- Witnesses to wickedness but only when its televised and monetized
- Recognize the pattern in the scattering of flowers by the cowards
- Who empowered by the hour that your death became a topic they could follow and devour
- ///Chorus
- They dont see you 'til youre gone, dont believe you 'til youre mourned
- Dont receive you 'til youre torn from the living, now they listen
- Now theyre with it, now theyre giving what they shouldve when you breathing
- Now theyre screaming what they shouldve when you speaking, aint that twisted
- ///Verse 2
- Algorithmic altruism got 'em fishing for engagement
- Clicking through the images of violence for some validation
- Vicious with the savior complex, claiming that they making changes
- But the statements that theyre stating are just basic regurgitation
- Replacing genuine frustration with a hasty simulation
- of the pain that people facing, they be chasing documentation
- Not to aid in transformation but to trade it for some placement
- on a feed that breeds complacency, adjacent to vacation photos, makeshift halos
- They dont want to fix the danger, just to filter it with angels
- Stranger still the way they angle every quote to make it painless
- Making famous off the nameless, taking anguish, rearranging it to fit their feed aesthetic
- Pathetic how they fetishize the death of all our brethren
- Weaponize the heaven sent who met their end at the hands of the oppressors methods
- Then forget them when the next trend enters, splendid, aint it
- ///Chorus
- They dont see you 'til youre gone, dont believe you 'til youre mourned
- Dont receive you 'til youre torn from the living, now they listen
- Now theyre with it, now theyre giving what they shouldve when you breathing
- Now theyre screaming what they shouldve when you speaking, aint that twisted
- ///Verse 3
- Selective in their empathy, intensity depends on the publicity
- The metrics and the density of shares that generate publicity
- Suddenly theyre studying the struggles of the community
- But truthfully theyre using grief to curate their identity
- Pretending that theyre heavenly, mentally theyre flexing with the virtue
- They rehearse the perfect words to make it personal but never let it hurt through
- Surface level servants of a cause that they perverted into currency
- Urgency is temporary, scary how theyre barely even there emotionally
- Tokenizing tragedy, casually theyre grabbing at the imagery
- Mastering the mimicry of sincerity, but factually theyre living in periphery
- Filtering the misery through lenses that diminish the severity
- Delivering the eulogy then pivoting to previous frivolity
- Dividing up the history from present day reality
- A strategy of apathy disguised as empathy, a fallacy
- Validating vanity by standing with the casualties
- Then abandoning the cause when the applause fades gradually[
- //Outro
- Would you know my name if I survived another morning
- Would you hold the same energy or switch without a warning
- Would you show the same intensity if death wasnt the story
- or does the glory only come when life is gone and mournings pouring
- Tell me what you're really for when hashtags arent trending anymore
- When the cameras close the door and the martyrs you ignore
- Are the ones who still endure, the ones you swore you'd ride for
- But the cycle stays the same, the pain remains, and nothing changes in the core
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