I’M AN ARTIST FOR SALE! (by Fred Ama)

I used to paint sadness, I used to write for the soul. Now I’m reading the market, checking the algorithm’s target. If you want a little rebellion, I can put it in a frame. Yeah, my gallery is empty, but my wallet is getting fatter.

I’m an artist for sale, once, twice! I’ve got a bright new vision if you meet the right price. I’m a puppet with a paintbrush, dancing on a tightrope.

I traded my guitar for a thirty-second viral loop. Now I’m singing about nothing while eating chicken soup. I used to bleed for lyrics, now I bleed for clicks. Painting neon dollar signs and doing marketing tricks!

I’m an artist for sale, once, twice! I’ve got a bright new vision if you meet the right price. I’m a puppet with a paintbrush, dancing on a tightrope.

I sold my soul to the beat… Yes, but look at my new Lambo! A beautiful, beautiful sale. I’m an artist for sale, once, twice!

One… two… SOLD!