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[Intro]: Somebody asked what happened I’ll tell you [Verse]: I’ve seen us evolved and moving past this We’re more inclined to burn it all and smoke the ashes Very little communication—just dopey clashes One clumsy step falling forth, three going backwards Fast the facts that’ll chase you back where the money runs from secular to pastor while [be][?] the axe that you’re running from Criticisms that never seem to face the state Created in the face of deteriorating race relations ...Foolish vagrants seeking a safer space Tryin’ to keep my tunes from the playlist aboard the space station Dismantled Point-nine canceled Still waving the flag of the future despite trampled Music is worse, people respect the lame sound Backpedal, reverse, stuck retreading the same ground Stiff back in the hearse, caught up seeking the fame crown ...Plane down ...It’s clown world, avoid the rabbit hole or get found Hurled from even higher heights than where clouds whirl People with less love and more hate Living out the endgame, thinking we’d be at point-eight Planetary? We ain’t even national State budgets’ leveraging cities to be irrational Fact-based solutions never make it to tactical Just more Demo-crips and Re-blood-licans in the capital And I ain’t even scrape the reality yet One second it’s armageddon—next—it’s time to relax They took the third world war zone for me to respect I took a second world cab ride for each to reflect Absurd, trying to curtail greed We splurge complaining that we’re oppressed smoking first world weed Stressed Empathy dead, no givin’ sympathy While anyone that thinks any different is with the enemy Destroyer of heavens, we don’t deserve an undo Laid amongst the wreckage, I’m snatching at point-seven from you ...They took me out of my age To find a quaint hairless ape still divided by race And with this long list of grievances inside of our age Success and failure decided by fate I think I’ll fly to my cage How can I solve for next lesson if I fallin’ down the Kardeshev all with the stressed freshman Terror—the peak of knowledge A breach of solace The climb was never meant to be parabolic Err or promise Scared to contribute but there to comment Deceivers thinking they’re fair and honest ...Wasting our time as the hour burns The dismal downward turn Complete with the shifting of power turns From king of the jungle, down to the alley-worms .6 is what’s left, thinking it’s how we learn
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