〈Verse〉
I could use an antidote for 21 century-isms
Right back through the prism
Long with that crapshoot religion
Lot of false gods running round in robes
Talking down on you for picking out a role
From out the cast mold
Talking like the past so old
But if the pirates all dead then where’s the gold?
sh#t a little different when you listen what you’re told
From out the textbooks that Ghislaine Maxwell’s dad sold
It goes deep
But truthfully don’t know more than I read
And these days how the f#ck to know what to believe
The tv selling stories like Shel Silvеrsteins
Lifetime of taking ordеrs through screens
Tried to kill my dreams fore I fully seen em
Gotta be one of the reasons now why the route always scenic
Almost lost it for a minute, you wouldn’t believe it
If I told you that inside is all you ever needed
Try gating me in
Took my paper and pencil I wrote in pen
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