Famous

(Chorus)
I don't wanna be famous
Shoot and make another brother famous
Why a brother gotta be famous
We don't wanna be famous, nah

JSWISS:

You used to have you to ball or be a rapper
Be a singer be a boxer be an actor
Now an even better option for the pedigree
Sure fire way to be an overnight celebrity
Cops playing paparazzi when the pop you
Picture under headlines CNN Fox News
Hashtag trending topic off a bullet
Momma should be proud you the leader of the movement
Your face on the front lines at the protest
To be followed by a name we don't know yet
Shot on the dash cam in the car
Reality TV makes so many stars
Another city flooded with crews they didn't ask for this
Another mother singing the blues now she's an activist
Death keep inspiring art we got a rap for this
One snap you disappear we got an app for this
Your name all over the social media
Next thing you know got your own Wikipedia
Your bio half as long as your obituary
Funeral packed and flowers flooding up the cemetery
Family lawyer almost famous as you
Cops get off then he's gone sue for a million or two, shoot
At least get your parents monetary gain
Won't bring you back but it pay the cost of your fame

(Chorus x2)

You wanna get to be known you won't live to be grown
You got an expiration date and it's written in stone
One mistake and you over you ain't fit to be wrong
If they pick the right picture then your innocence gone
Notorious with no rap contract
Shoot you with your back turned no eye contact
Now your life is on trial everybody could see
I hope you got a clean record and you got a degree
I hope you had perfect attendance and you got straight As
Hope you always raised your hand and you never was late
I hope you never use slang, never tried to rap
And always wear a belt so your pants don't hang
I hope you don't have waves, cuz if you do
Wear a durag that's how they gon show you on the news
You know how that go, he must rap and do drugs
No love for the celebrity thug

Dasan Ahanu (Spoken Word):

Is this what we call celebrity
Airbrush tees, hashtags, and obituaries
Church fans, protest signs
Political jockeying, social media debates
Talk shows and sensational headlines
Tell me how they paint black bodies
Into concrete and asphalt
Say they was crossing the lines
Families left reconciling home goings, memories
And those left behind
Jackasses won’t convict but will run that race
Into a smear campaign
Make it a hot topic
Lotta questions but no answers
To why we our daily reality check
Is heads laid on deck
Because the body was black
Stuck in a white backdrop
Type set as criminal
And made front page
Don’t get it confused
This ain’t just the news
It’s the price of fame in this new digital age

(Chorus x2)