Sleight Of Hand

They say we're free — but I'm not fooled,

The chains got sleek, the slave got schooled.

Now we obey with a smile and plan,

Freedom’s just a sleight of hand.

Learn what they teach, not what is true,

They mold your mind, then label you.

Sit in rows, repeat the phrase,

March in time through numbered days.

Work when they say, rest on cue,

Break your back for the corporate few.

Pay your dues and still owe more,

Locked in debt since you were four.

They feed us lies on plastic plates,

Processed dreams and altered states.

"Eat your meal, don’t ask what’s in it,"

While they poison you by the minute.

And when we’re sick from what they gave 

They sell us meds to patch the grave.

Pills to numb, to dull, to stall,

Not to heal - just break the fall.

They call it care, I call it curse,

A branded fix that makes it worse.

We pop their drugs, then praise the brand, 

All part of the sleight of hand.

Now enter the money - the trickiest tool,

A fake little god we’re taught to rule.

But it rules us - make no mistake,

A digital leash in a paper flake.

They print the value, then raise the cost,

Inflate your labor 'til your time is lost.

Chase the dollar, chase the plan,

Build your cage with your own hand.

It’s fiat fiction, dressed as gold,

A fear-based game, we’re bought and sold.

They whisper scarcity, scream lack,

Then sell you calm just to take it back.

Afraid to fall, afraid to fail,

So you trade your soul just to make that sale.

Security’s the bait, fear is the brand - 

Another layer in the sleight of hand.

They program thoughts from cradle to grave,

Train the “citizen,” kill the brave.

Strip your will and sell your worth,

Then stamp your name in tainted birth.

You think you chose? That’s cute... adoring.

You’re just fuel to feed the Machine of Mourning.

You live, you die, you serve, you stand - 

A cog caught in a sleight of hand.

The masters smile in suits and ties,

But nothing changed - just dressed the lies.

The whips are laws, the chains are screens,

And dreams are sold in marketing schemes.

They scream, “You're free!” but check the cost - 

If freedom's real, then why’s it lost?

Why must I beg to breathe, to speak,

To question why the strong kill weak?

Slavery's gone? Then tell me, friend - 

Why does control still never end?

They broke the chains... then built the brand.

And wrapped us in a sleight of hand.