I don’t wanna waste another breath but it’s weighing on my chest

So I’m basically a mess

Reading up on all the stupid theories on the internet

Hoping it would make a little sense

Fat chance of that happening

Shit’s on fire like Billy Madison

Truth is out there now, Gillian Anderson

Everyone’s racist; really? That again?

Yeah, it’s a safe bet

I play favourites

Imagine they put white folk in they cages

Imagine black kids brought the AKs in-

To those schools and they shot at caucasians

You hate the elite with cash on your mind

You ordered that sign off of Amazon Prime

No vaccine but a can of Coke’s fine

No microchip but you can’t be offline

Just because somebody made a meme, it doesn’t mean they didn’t string you along

Just because it coincides with your beliefs, it doesn’t mean that it’s the truth you on

Just because a person looks a certain way, it doesn’t mean them or you is wrong

I remember when you posted all those fuckin’ lies before you hated qAnon

Man, you’ll never admit you got duped by 8chan

Shaped by Putin-ized game plans

Ya’ll just scrutinize science and beautify Ray-Bans

I used to love ignorance

Now I can’t stay in the same room

Can’t regard any as innocents

Not by the colour of their Jesus

On my kodiak to bring the homies back to truth and only that

I won’t hold you back from learning go attach the proof your story lacks

I don’t need a corny hat or no reaction from a goofy orange man

I know that my phone is hacked and I got power to ignore the ads

It’s not like I’m allergic to a little bit of tough love

But I’m sick of the repercussions that it has on my psyche

Haven’t precisely figured what’s up

I should be able to function without sacrificing

Acting like a fuck up, right?

I think I believe in nothing, though

And that’s the scapegoat I use to deal

‘Cuz it’s totally fuckin’ possible that nothing is real

Yo, I’m good, though,

‘Cuz if its all a simulation, I got this

And if it’s not, then we should stop the robotics

I’m betting you think I’m talking machines

But it’s more the routines of human beings that profit

And while I’m working so hard, I feel like everybody’s laughing

So I start to go dark and can’t stop it

I feel like a fiend concentrating on hits

When I should concentrate on being legit, but I’m toxic

The pressure on my shoulders is getting out of hand

Fingering the man

Heading off to get a leg up on the competition

But I can barely stand

Seems I gotta arm myself to the teeth to get my foot in the door

But even still

It’s Kaboom, just one guy dreaming to see a mill

Thick skin can sometimes be an Achilles heel