ClownCar Regime: Distraction

[Verse 1 – laid back, observational] He’s waving from the golfclub like he’s driving something clean But the wheels are kinda wobbling on the ClownCar Regime Got a map 🗺️ *he doesn’t read*, got a script he can’t recall Says he built the whole machine — doesn’t know it at all There’s a whisper in his earpiece, there’s a hand upon the wheel He’s grinning for the camera, selling something that feels real Got his 🩸 Blood Squib 🩸 tucked behind his ear, like it’s pArt Of tHe DeaL & the folks behind the curtain… they ain’t waving at all ⸻ Oh, you thought it was a master plan A genius with a steady hand But the lines are drawn by other men & he just signs where they began ⸻ It’s a ClownCar Regime Painted bright, running lean Full of ghosts in the code Selling dreams on your screen You think he’s in control But he’s not even driving the scene Just a face in the glass Of a ClownCar Regime ⸻ Now they’re slicing up the data like a cake you never see Every craving, every click, every little “maybe me” Build a you that’s more predictable than you could ever be Then they sell it back as “Freedom!” with a lock & shiny key There’s a thousand tiny mirrors 🪞 showing versions of your mind Little nudges dressed as choices, keeping everyone aligned Not a shove, not a shout — just a soft & steady stream ‘Til you’re floating where they want you in the ClownCar Regime Oh, it’s gentle like a lullaby Custom-fit and qualified Every fear you try to hide Gets a price & gets applied ⸻ It’s a ClownCar Regime Rolling slow, looking clean With a laugh track inside & a curated dream You think you chose the road But it’s drawn in between All the dots that they own In a ClownCar Regime ⸻ No boots on the ground, no need for the shout Just a feed that keeps turning your doubt inside out No walls, no chains, no visible lines Just a pattern that quietly edits your mind Micro moments, stitched tight Every shadow, every light All your “maybes” compiled Into something they write He forgets what he said… 🩸 Blood squib 🩸 behind his 👂 ear… ⸻ It’s a ClownCar Regime Overflowing the scene Every seat’s got a voice But they’re saying the same thing You think it’s absurd You think it’s extreme But you’re riding along In a ClownCar Regime Fresh coat painted on the portal Brand-new seal above the door Every hallway says it’s different 💭 Funny, I’ve been here before 🤔 🫆 Passport office, voter register Benefits line, identity card Different names upon the letterhead Same fingerprints upon the yard 🫆 ⸻ Mirror websites blooming overnight Fireworks scheduled for the launch Every answer fits a dashboard Every citizen a prompt They call it ‘modernization’ ‘Efficiency by design’ History calls it something else When every key fits every line ⸻ 🫆 Different logos Different screens Different stories Same machine Different doors Different names Somebody’s busy Moving the frame ⸻ ClownCar Regime! Chrome & confetti Smoke & LEDs ClownCar Regime! Every road says “FreedumB!” Every road leads through the gate ClownCar Regime! Paint another entrance Build another dream Nobody notices The hallways all connect Behind the scenes ⸻ Attention citizens ⚠️ Your services have been consolidated Your records have been streamlined Your identity has been simplified Thank you for choosing convenience 🫆 Who owns the signal❓ Who owns the keys❓ Who built the mirrors❓ Who moved the seams❓ ⸻ 🫆One login 🫆One profile 🫆One record 🫆One file ☝🏾One version 👥One view 👁️One future👁️ 🗣️Chosen for you