The Marquee - Mr. J. Medeiros

Now tell me what’s your rhyme and reason for being famous

Darling

Within your mind a dream of what your name is

Is it haunting

Left to despise it if we do not recognize it

You see how death disguise it

See the lie that left the sky lit

It’s that marquee now ad a t and make it able

Cuz Cain is every citizen now who needs a label

When fame is in a social app

That social crack got us locked up in a choke hold

No ones knows so no one taps

Except that trumpet in the back

When you jumping in the sac

Searching for that something in the act

Finding nothing but the fame that left you

With the men you entertained

Saying this is where that brain will get you

Straightjacket fighting to escape yourself

Feeling like the world trying to make you hate yourself

Instead of blaming yourself you go and act invincible

Instead of taming yourself you go and trash your principles

Now you at the head with an s class

Listening to artists you work harder to dress as

Listen to your conscious in the dark if you’re left that

Before your man leaves with no part in the next act

Act act it’s all they ever do

It’s all they ever want

It’s all they ever knew

The marquee

You never see who’s in front of you

Feathers of the flock

Just some letters in a box

They tell you follow your heart but it’s hollow and dark

Shallow eyes revealing nothing but those borrowed remarks

From the hours you watched women fighting with women

Throwing rights without a clue to how those rights were given

Famous for nothing aimlessly fronting now ain’t it something

We ignore the nameless in their pain and suffering

Exchanging our awareness of our world for these blurry answers

What did you do that people worship did you cure cancer

What have you done that they’re so grateful you are at their table

Add a Marquee to that and maybe they’ll become enabled

You see the fame’s a vapor made her a mist of false character

A sickness tossed to amateurs that no one really cares to cure

So here’s to her you sip the goose and fit the noose

Hanging on her every word it’s hard to chew but chip a tooth

See I lit the truth and now it’s burning up your guest list

Hurting when you V.I.P.

you seeing where her breast is

In the mouth of you guessed it the pubescent

Who never left their adolescence

While they mother them I ask them

Will love out last them

Or are we always searching for that new cover of Maxim

Life passes don’t always land on the weekend

Go right past them leave them stranded with no reason

You might be laughing because I’m just a man speaking

Yeah you know how to trap them but yo you can’t keep them

It’s an act

Act act it’s all they ever do

It’s all they ever want

It’s all they ever knew

The marquee

You never see who’s in front of you

Feathers of the flock

Just some letters in a box

The marquee