Downline
Walking through the cafe
Stalking you just like prey
Making small talk
“How are you today?”
You give me a friendly “fine”
I’m ready with my next line
“What is your job?”
And I can’t wait to tell you about mine!
I work for myself, it’s true
No doubt that you can too
I’m building my business
And it needs someone just like you!
Praising you (who I don’t know)
Putting on a one man show
Now you are flattered
And you’ll go where I want you to go!
I look like your friend
I act like your brother
You were love at first sight
Just like the others
I met here tonight…
Selfish ambitions they hide in disguise
But honey and feces still draw the same flies
The difference between them all lies in the lies
And he don’t see the people
Through dollar signs in his eyes
Come to our meeting place
Meet the heads face to face
To bask in the hype
And our dogma embrace
Zeal for your cult grows
Turn your friends to foes
“They don’t want to be rich?”
Like someone who someone
who some-one in here knows
Feeling the loneliness
Steeling away your bliss
You curse the day (we met)
As you reminisce about
the times you miss
We wined and we dined
You never thought me unkind
“You don’t want to be rich?”
Well, if your not on my downline
you’re no friend of mine!
I am not your friend!
I am not your brother!
Though it may have looked that way
But for you and yours
I will still prey…
Selfish ambitions they hide in disguise
But honey and feces still draw the same flies
The difference between them all lies in the lies
And he don’t see the people
Through dollar signs in his eyes
© 2006 J. “Xakk” Marshall (January 14, 2006 @12:55 AM)