🎤 “Stupid Ain’t My Name”

— A call-out to the puppeteers and a love letter to the awake

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They think we don’t see it.

They think we’re asleep.

They speak in circles,

And call it “truth.”

But I was born with a spine,

Not a leash.

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They write laws like lullabies, soft and slow,

While the cameras spin and the money flows.

Say “trust us,” say “we got this handled,”

But sell your soul for a vote and a scandal.

They preach to the herd like we’re grazin’ sheep,

Feedin’ fear in headlines while they steal real deep.

But yo — if that’s intelligence,

Give me “stupid” with a little relevance.

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🎵 Stupid ain’t my name, I ain’t your fool,

I ain’t the echo in your echo chamber school.

I ask, I see, I break the frame —

You built a lie, but I flame the game.

Stupid? Nah. That’s what you say

When truth walks in and don’t obey. 🎵

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You say it’s dumb to question war,

Or what that data’s really for.

But we see the profits, we see the deals,

We see who eats and who gets healed.

You want docile, numb, too tired to care,

Zombies in cubicles, breathin’ stale air.

But I’d rather be wrong with a fire inside,

Than “right” in a system built on pride.

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Stupid…

Is the word you use

When someone dares to see through the veil.

When they don’t clap for the king with no clothes.

When they ask, Why does freedom feel like a cage?

Or, Why does peace need a gun?

You don’t hate stupidity.

You fear awakening.

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🎵 Stupid ain’t my name, I ain’t your toy,

I wasn’t born to fetch, sit, or deploy.

I’m wide awake, I see the scheme —

You built a dream just to sell the dream.

Stupid? Nah. That badge won’t stick —

Truth got rhythm, and it hits quick. 🎵

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Call me stupid…

But I still see.

And I still choose.

And that…

terrifies you.

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