By: Cedric McClester

They say he loves music
And he probably does
But his true motivation
Remains as it was
How many under him
Went down the wrong path
Have you stopped to think about it
Or done the math

It’s not that he’s evil
Just insidious
He’s a music game genius
Who instills their trust
Though most of his artists
Eventually go bust
After he has benefited
As always he must

It has to be understood
That it’s an ugly game
That you enter one way
But don’t leave the same
Put it on who you want
But you share the blame

Artist get wrapped up
In their artistry
And fail to look out for
What they cannot see
There’s pain in all parts
Of this industry
Words of experience
Take it from me

It has to be understood
That it’s an ugly game
That you enter one way
But don’t leave the same
Put it on who you want
But you share in the blame

They’re commodities
That are bought and sold
That’s how it is played
And the game’s very old
Some will burn hot
Before they turn cold
And there’s no more to gain
After they’ve mined the gold

It has to be understood
That it’s an ugly game
That you enter one way
But don’t leave the same
Put it on who you want
But you share in the blame

It’s not that he’s evil
Just insidious
He’s a music game genius
Who instills their trust
Though most of his artists
Eventually go bust
After he has benefited
As always he must

It’s not that he’s evil
Just insidious
He’s a music game genius
Who instills their trust
Though most of his artists
Eventually go bust
After he has benefited
As always he must




(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.