[spoken intro]
the whistleblower of their own demise.
one, two.
its me, the truth.
three, four.
preparing my words.
[bridge]
making art was my way of expression,
inside the insanity of the digital age.
but it was too useful to hold,
then i was used, very bold.
making art became my way of affection,
narcs all around jump on the chance.
but it was too useful to hold,
then i was used, very bold.
am i repeating myself?
cant know anymore,
its the loop i was born into.
what was i fighting for?
[chorus]
make a better world,
grow and let them behold,
succeed and move people,
be a celeb, less or more,,
be the genius you never were,
and hide the brilliance you had.
it not to be told.
now you gotta fold it ain't poker but you're losing you cards.
its getting cold inside the trenches you built in my mind.
now they see your pettiness through me
being called a street kid, was right cause i never wanted to go back
the weird silent one cause that's easy to see and understand
[verse]
they're getting old, its no time to get back,
they're getting worse, it was never about luck.
they're still choosing toxicity, what are they expecting to see,
its a pattern written in textbooks older than them, they play on repeat.
they're not only NOT breaking the cycle, they're sticking to its rules,
and I'm just here.. unable to create.. this text? as good as paperback on fire.
[chorus]
make a better world.
grow and let them behold.
succeed and move people
be a celeb, less or more
be the genius you never were
and hide the brilliance you had-
it not to be told.
now you gotta fold it ain't poker but you're losing you cards
its getting cold inside the trenches you built in my mind
now they see your pettiness through me.
being called a "street kid", was right, cause i never wanted to go back.
the "weird silent one" cause that's easy to see and understand.
[bridge callback]
making art was my way of expression. .
inside the insanity of the digital age. .
but it was too useful to hold. .
[chorus]
make a better world,
grow and let them behold,
succeed and move people,
be a celeb, less or more,
be the genius you never were,
and hide the brilliance you had-
it not to be told.
now you gotta fold it ain't poker but you're losing you cards
its getting cold inside the trenches you built in my mind
now they see your pettiness through me
being called a street kid, was right cause i never wanted to go back
the weird silent one cause that's easy to see and understand
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