self centered soul

(Record scratch) Yo, lemme drop some truth, a heavy mental clue, 'Bout those folks trapped, ain't nothin' brand new. Self-centered minds, a twisted paradigm, They ain't self-aware, just stuck in their own time. See, they ain't lookin' inward, no introspection deep, Just outward grabbin', promises they can't keep. A flower's just a tool, a means to an end, A person's just a pawn, till their usefulness bends. Everything's a mirror, reflectin' their own face, No value in the world, no empathy or grace. Their consciousness a fortress, built on selfish needs, Nothin' exists outside, plantin' ego seeds. Self-centered soul, a rigid, frozen frame, Psychic energy locked, playin' a lonely game. No flow state achieved, no intrinsic delight, Just a constant hunger, day and through the night. Attention's a vice grip, holdin' tight and cold, Missin' out on life's stories, yet to be told. They lack that fluid motion, that effortless glide, Where focus is a river, with nothin' to hide. Too tight, too controlled, a mental barricade, While others drift and wander, in life's sweet arcade. Attentional disorders, a different kind of pain, Too much, too little, drivin' 'em insane. But this ain't 'bout the chaos, the scattered, frantic spree, This is 'bout the ego, locked up internally. Self-centered soul, a rigid, frozen frame, Psychic energy locked, playin' a lonely game. No flow state achieved, no intrinsic delight, Just a constant hunger, day and through the night. Attention's a vice grip, holdin' tight and cold, Missin' out on life's stories, yet to be told. Paradoxical prison, the self-centered plight, Seekin' validation, but lost in endless night. They forfeit growth, the chances they could seize, Trapped in their own bubble, lost in the unease. So check your own reflection, where your focus lies, Are you buildin' bridges, or tellin' selfish lies? Break free from the chains, let your spirit take flight, Or stay confined forever, lost in your own night. Word.