Who am I.
Who am I to the American public of the technologic fraction-
Am I an object?
Am I an object of her sexual satisfaction and gratification-
Or maybe...
Maybe I'm the key to the door he needs and is using to
make it in the dark vortex of the the music industry...
Their roots infect into me and affect outside of me-
die in me-
re-rise in me./
Maybe I am just a symbol of your darkness,
or maybe I am a symbol of my own light, struggling to escape../
but whatever the case...
the dark hole cannot be replaced
rechased
or rephased/
I am maybe a name-
my own copyright-
I represent my own marketing-
so if I die-
I no longer make money-
not because I'm no longer possess the ability to spend it-
but because I am no longer living/
I just might be my father-
or if I lose my control
and shut down the good side,
I just might be my mother-
either way there is no competition between one another/
Or
maybe I'm my brother-
because I have abandoned you all
and I have turned my back on you one time or another.
SO.....
who am I?
I am a failure.
I am who you thought I would always because-
you know what I am?
I am a mockery-
off of my own clock
or
off of my iPod dockery without the hickory dickory/
I am a loser. Just like you said I would become one day-
One way, you say..../
I am not a President-
I am a sycophant
who parades around the world as if Im innocent....
Well....
You know wat else I am?
Guess what...
I am a liar.
So this question stands-
reprimands...
Who am I.
Real fact.
Riddle me this, and You know?
Riddle me That.
