Broadcast

Yeah—

Cracked code, blacked backbone, facts froze

Fast scroll, mass control where the cash goes

Truth gets muted, suited lies get passed though

World on a loop, watch the mask show

News feed bleed, every headline dead again

Red ink drip like a needle in the medicine

Truth get edited, repetitive sedative

Fed to the head till the sense turn negative

Scrolling a nightmare, normalized violence

Guided by sirens, divided by silence

Algorithm prison, rhythm of the system

Living in a loop where the villain is the income

Wolves in a wool suit, rules getting bent

Fuel for the feud while the truth get spent

Truth minimized, lies get monetized

Youth hypnotized by suits and designer ties

Tick-tock clocks, every second gets sold

Every breath taxed, every message controlled

Soul getting cold, hope repossessed

Whole planet stressed while they joke at a press

Tryna find a pulse in a body gone numb

Every scream go dumb when the money talks loud

We don’t hear truth—we just hear what we’re fed

Billion voices up, but they echo misled

This world’s gone rotten, core all corroded

Codes get recoded, morals eroded

Souls get sold for a moment of fame

Whole system broke but we loading the blame

Everything burning, we call it progress

Drown in the noise, never process the process

Sick of the show but we stuck in the loop

Whole world falling—still chasing the views

Everybody loud but nobody saying a thing

Playing the king with a string on a ring

Cancel then crown ‘em, drown ‘em then praise

Same damn maze with a brand-new glaze

Outrage staged as a daily event

Rage bait trending while the rent ain’t spent

Truth bent, twisted, blade in the spine

Sip on the pain while they pay for the shine

Divide and design every side of the fight

Make a war outta words just to farm up a like

Weaponized text, turn thought to a threat

Break necks for a check, no regret, just debt

Mirror reflection in a different campaign

Different mask, same task, same track, same game

Maybe I’m crazy—or maybe it’s clear

Maybe the truth is exactly what’s feared

Maybe the silence is louder than screams

Or maybe we lost what it means to be free

Pacing a cage made of data and doubt

Every safe route traced then taken out

Truth’s a ghost now, cloaked in the static

Facts get framed just to fit the fanatic

Mass distraction, reaction crafted

People turn fractions, compassion get fractured

Love turned passive, trust turned plastic

Future look tragic—but we scroll right past it

Kids grow cold in a world this numb

Hearts go quiet ‘fore they even begun

Dreams get sold just to keep lights on

Right feels wrong but the fight goes on

So I write like a flare in a blackout zone

If nobody hears, at least it’s known

I’d rather speak truth than be numb and amused

Yeah—signal cut, but the message stays.