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SOUTHSIDE / SIDEWAYS (aotb)

A new decree from the Kingdom.

This is a dispatch from the other side of the dream... the death of a salesman. 
The smile is 'the best on the market'... 'til I get deleted.

The Royal Chronicles, Chapter 3.

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Title: Death of a Salesman
(Music Style: Dark, atmospheric trap with heavy 808s and a haunting, melancholic synth melody)

[Intro]

(Ad-lib) Yeah... check the bottom line...

[Chorus]
This the death of a salesman, smile for the camera
Got the product on the pavement, movin' through the scanner
Got my dreams in the attic, collectin' dust and static
Signed the deal, it was tragic, this life is automatic
Yeah, this the death of a salesman, territory's cold
Sold my future for the present, now the story's told
Got the quota, I'ma meet it, 'til my soul's depleted
Yeah, the best on the market... 'til I get deleted.

[Verse 1]
Woke up in a silk suit, felt like it was armor
Spinnin' tales to the clients, professional charmer
They don't buy the product, nah, they buy the persona
Got 'em hooked on the feeling, the corner office karma
Numbers on a spreadsheet, blood on the balance sheet
Every "yes" is a high, every "no" is a concrete street
Call me Willy Loman with a Audemars Piguet
Flexin' on the 'gram, drowning in a silent debt
They see the condo view, they don't see the eviction note
They hear the engine roar, they don't hear the lump in my throat
I'm sellin' fantasy, yeah, the price is your belief
Top of the pyramid, but I'm just a dyin' leaf.

(Ad-lib): (Straight up)

[Chorus]
This the death of a salesman, smile for the camera
Got the product on the pavement, movin' through the scanner
Got my dreams in the attic, collectin' dust and static
Signed the deal, it was tragic, this life is automatic
Yeah, this the death of a salesman, territory's cold
Sold my future for the present, now the story's told
Got the quota, I'ma meet it, 'til my soul's depleted
Yeah, the best on the market... 'til I get deleted.

[Verse 2]
The competition's younger, hungrier, and savage
They don't know about the grind, they just see the cabbage
My old contacts goin' ghost, phone calls goin' hollow
Chasin' yesterday's commission, it's a bitter pill to swallow
The smile is gettin' painted on, the eyes don't match the shade
My son lookin' at me like he sees a ghost I made
Promised him the world, but the map I used was fake
How much success can one man's empty spirit take?
Paranoia in the rearview, see the headlights gainin'
80 hours on the clock, feel the sanity drainin'
This whole damn dream was a beautifully packaged lie
And I'm the star salesman who was the first to buy.

(Ad-lib): (It's lit... then it ain't)




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