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My raps igniting it's frightening how kids are biting bars
Recite my writing got these lame kids inviting scars
Despite the light they're trying to swipe from Mike it's no cigar
I be the type to strike like lightening 'til they're sighting stars
I'm redefining my rhyming and find new ways to switch my style up
Combining the timing assigning syllables that pile up
Acquired cognition got higher vision focus wider
No superstition, magician, religion either, like spiders
Weave a web of sticky fibers, they tricky liars and do it all for the subscribers
Cause monetizing these clips seem the new get rich scheme
And flooding the bit streams with hit memes
We on the world wide web, interconnected
Consuming technology quicker than they can invent it
Blended augmented realities to make your brain trip
Intended to send it degrees awake within the matrix
In an effort to escape it, it appears we all wrestle
I'm in a vessel of light in a daily fight with the devil
Shit is stressful when they're taking every nickel and dime
I close my eyes and take a trip back to a simpler time

Before I knew how to rhyme before I had not a care
Grab a chair for a boost to reach the LP player
Blow the dust off, cough I'm taking off like a rocket
To pull a couple of boxes out of the living room closet
A kid who had an obsession with momma's record collection
I'm looking over each cover before I make a selection
Place the needle in the groove of the song I preferred
Set the dial spin the vinyl thirty-three and a third

We in the age of making facts out of internet rumors
Assume we know everything cause we got pocket computers
Information extracted with a light finger tap
If we find someone attractive, we just swipe right on an app
In fact, they hacked in our minds so our anxiety spikes
With a fraction of time not checking up on our likes
Fear of missing out, fear of missing the damn trends
Position for clout by counting Instagram friends
Spoon fed dopamine through a screen before teens
Now we're junkies and addicts yeah, we're all hooked on machines
We're fiends official, strung out on media
Getting greedier, expecting everything be immediate
Seems they thought with the world connected we'd embrace all our neighbors
Not sure the world expected resurrected racist behaviors
But it's not that humanity somehow slipped and reverted
People always been like this it's just now we can observe it
But before any problem in the world can be fixed
First you got to admit that the problem exists
So, I got hope for the kids and generations in line
But I wish I could take 'em all back to a simpler time

Before I knew how to rhyme before I had not a care
Grab a chair for a boost to reach the LP player
Blow the dust off, cough I'm taking off like a rocket
To pull a couple of boxes out of the living room closet
A kid who had an obsession with momma's record collection
I'm looking over each cover before I make a selection
Place the needle in the groove of the song I preferred
Set the dial spin the vinyl thirty-three and a third

How long they been warning of global warming that we gotta fix
But we believe in science based upon our politics
We're a people separated by invisible borders
Controlled by twenty-six letters arranged in various order
We got a scary disorder that values money and diamonds
So we spend all our time and energy trying to find it
Too blinded to see until the grim reaper knocks
That we traded our true wealth for paper and rocks
We're slaves to the clock, can't stop and caught in perpetual
Tick and the tock forgot that time itself is conceptual
But to thicken the plot yo, it don't even exist
It's only seven o'clock if we agree that it is
Look what we're feeding the kids and the insult their intelligence
After twelve years of schooling accruing little that's relevant
No surprise they're developing these attention disorders
When the next active shooter could be out there walking their corridors
Politicians say foreigners are the terrorists to blame
Then how come every mass shooter got an American name
Just know you're only controlled long as there's fear in your minds
Until they're gone come to mines it lives in simpler times

Before I knew how to rhyme before I had not a care
Grab a chair for a boost to reach the LP player
Blow the dust off, cough I'm taking off like a rocket
To pull a couple of boxes out of the living room closet
A kid who had an obsession with momma's record collection
I'm looking over each cover before I make a selection
Place the needle in the groove of the song I preferred
Set the dial spin the vinyl thirty-three and a third



Credits
Writer(s): Michael Collins
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