ACLOWN

Stetson crease looking like a plastic mold,

Selling outrage just to see the balance fold.

You want the dust but you never left the pave,

Just another avatar, another hollow slave.

The camouflage is clean,

it never seen the mud,

All that 'red clay' talk but it's cold in the blood.

Performing for a demographic,

reading off the script,

The veneer is peeling back,

I see the logic slipped.

You ain't from the porch,

you just passing through!

Checking all the boxes that they handed you!

(What they handing you?)

Flag on the wall but the heart is vacant!

Your whole aesthetic is a fraudulent statement!

(Fraudulent statement!)

I seen the studio lighting,

it's a hell of a trick,

Make a man of paper look like he's actually thick.

You trading heritage for a couple thousand views,

Walking in those boots but they ain't your shoes.

The lexicon is borrowed,

the anger is a prop,

Waiting for the applause before the act can stop.

They sold you the costume,

they sold you the stance,

Now you're just a puppet doing a corporate dance.

Check the invoices.

Check the metadata.

Nothing authentic in the folder.

Just pixels.

Just echoes of something you heard on the radio.

Don't come to the city looking for the dirt.

(Yeah... put it in the dirt.)

(Keep the change.) (Fraud.)

(Done with the cap.) (We out.)