2026, another year where nothing is what it seems,
Most are just chasing neon lights and pipe dreams.
My rhymes are possessed like they come from Chino XL,
His spirit is in these words as that rapper's soul isn't in Hell.
Just a conduit for that real and contagiously spitted shit,
I meant spat, enough words to fill up a flat and won't quit.
Journey into the Badlands, where we wreck and ruin evil plans,
Some say I'm insane, just following whatever God commands.
Shapeshifting reptilians want us all to be chasing those millions,
Trying to figure out who's human or NPC from the English civilians.
Consume, conform, obey or are you looking for something of value to say?
Most get scared at the very edge, turn around and run back another way.
Are you feeling some some of resonance, well then spring quickly into action,
Life is like the 80's film They Live, so please, welcome to our rebel faction.
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Good write SM. Is a certain one a sort of shapeshifting reptilian? I'm becoming too boring, spelling him out by name every time. lol.
Have fun!
This feels like those moments where you start questioning everything around you…what’s real, what’s constructed, what’s being pushed in front of you. That kind of restless awareness comes through clearly here. It’s not comfortable, but it’s engaging. That really lands, Shaun. Well done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Well rhymed this reflection of the eras. Nicely written
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