[Intro] Riddle: what spreads faster when it’s illegal in twenty places? A rumor with a perfect face. [Verse] They say twenty states now regulate campaign deepfakes— Penalties vary, the harm still shakes. Seven laws took effect “this month,” and my feed still floods, Like rules are umbrellas in a sideways mud. I watch a clip of a candidate “saying it,” crystal-clear— And my brain does a backflip: verify, clarify, persevere. [Pre-Chorus] Tongue twister for the truth: real-reel, seal-steal, I’m trying to feel what I can’t feel. [Chorus] Twenty states, one lie, and a thousand shares, If law is a fence, why’s the gate still there? I don’t need perfection—just friction that slows, So the truth can catch its breath before it goes. [Bridge] I call my mom with a code phrase we made up as kids, Because trust is a ritual, not a “feature” that ships. And I sing it in Remixcore—bright, not bleak— A hook you can hum when your timeline leaks. [Outro] Riddle solved? Not yet. But I’m learning which voice to bet.
