my 50 pence

You rich and u famous, we know, we seen u on tv
So when u say “im better than you” ask what that really means
To sell in this society you have to compromise
Bit by bit and more and more till u are what we despise
U get paid for being played unaware of what you’ve waived
From iron to gold around your neck so u think u aint a slave
So when u talk bout ‘I sell out’ and all your millions sold
Are you talking bout your records or the shards of black folks’ souls?