You know how, if you eat to much cake you'll get a tummy ache,
Well, with fame,
Its the same,
But it does more,
It makes you sore,
It strikes you to the core,
Overnight, you're a bore,
Fame, it breaks you,
It sees all that you do,
Why do they stay,
That's what I say,
But they don't got a choice,
They've lost their voice,
We hear, but didn't listen,
They cry out, they're in prison,
Fame, it could make you
Fame, it can break you.
You speak out, you sign a death wish,
So all they have to say is Shhh!
It's sad, I know
The Holy Spirit said so,
If you don't understand,
The Spirit's the one that's putting this in me,
I'm the vessel, that He causes me to be.
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