The whistleblower of their own demise

One two

It's me the truth

Three four

Preparing my words

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

Can't know anymore

It's the loop I was born into

What was I fighting for

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's not to be told

Now you gotta fold

It ain't poker but you're losing you cards

It's 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

They're getting old

It's 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

It's 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

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As good as paperback on fire

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's not to be told

Now you gotta fold

It ain't poker but you're losing you cards

It's 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

Making art was my way of expression

Inside the insanity of the digital age

But it was too useful to hold

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's not to be told

Now you gotta fold

It ain't poker but you're losing you cards

It's 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