Most will sell their souls to reach the game, hit ten million to hide from change, want to be famous to feel real great, but won't know the outcome until today, some change and float away, and think the rest is jarred away, most causes are hidden away, fame is what we all want on a day to day, it's a perfect life right, it's never the same, you're private life is corrupted by kane's, flames in ten thousand different ways, you're world is not going to be safe, it won't Matter what you say, because the media will have you caved, telling your life in their own way, not going to say anything good to benefit you, most will want what you have, then shit on it, they would want what you are worth, then piss on it, my case isn't about popularity, it's being real on this, I've had times I've wanted to sell out, because I wasn't making a cent, I was working hard at food depot, and wasn't worth assist, but I know when fame reaches me, I will be missed, because of the realization that I speak can't be dissed, you may not like it, but you can't resist, that's why fiends ask me, why do I write like this, because my inner demons are telling me spiteful lies, so my guardian angel, tells me what to write, I'm not being crazy, it's just real life, the part I don't hide, the part you deny, goodness in the daylight, fearful in the midnight, so this is what you want right, colorful skies, but pitiful nights, the river of death, and the ocean of heist, so know, fame isn't everything, it may just take your life, in both ways in death, or your personal life.