9 to 5 with low wages
Earth decaying
We see wars and shootings everyday when we were young
We were promised clean energy
Cars hovering, lights brighter with colors when we celebrate
Instead it locked within the chains of papers and metal
Even with the highest degree, I wont be enough
Only the very top of the crop make it and even they suffer
The Genius burn like stars and drown themselves out of the spot
Only to tell the next one "It's not worth it"
The Artists starve while sell their art for free for likes and comments
The Dashers are out of gas yet still run to get a quick buck
Content is pouring with a little bit of everything
Everyone is crowding around to see what happens to the humans
Media is collecting coins and sharing the pennies
The world is turning slowly with a small breeze
because there is only machines making connections
Money is in stocks and NFTs burning up like the sun
It's no longer in the streets near the car washes
Air and water is soon to be on sale once the last tree falls
Creation is priced and youth are canon fodder
But
What will happen to the people when the paper and metal is gone?
How many hearts have to fall for a solution?
Who would care?
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