**[Intro - Whispered/Spoken]** Street level: Everything matters. Satellite view: Patterns emerge. Cosmic altitude: It's all one game. *Where you lookin' from?* Zoom out—see the grid, not the streets Zoom out—chess moves, not the pieces Zoom out—same script, different meat They got you countin' trees while they're burnin' forests beneath Used to think the left-right was a war worth winnin' Trump versus Biden, pickin' sides like religion But altitude showed me the director's vision— Same stage, same play, just costume switchin' Democracy's a theater where we buy the tickets They argue 'bout the script while bankers count the digits Shapiro, Vivek, Kennedy, McDonald— All different channels, same transmission, understand? Not sayin' they're evil, just caught in the amplitude Street-level prophets while satellite's got latitude The puppet show's convincing when you're in the crowd But strings look different from above the cloud First you see the actors (street view) Then you see the stage (city view) Then you see the theater (satellite) Then you see who built the theater (cosmic view) Then you see *there is no theater* Just consciousness playing all the roles So where you watchin' **[Final Chorus - Full production]** Zoom out—see the grid, not the streets Zoom out—chess moves, not the pieces Zoom out—same script, different meat They got you countin' trees while they're burnin' forests beneath **[Extended Outro]** (Beat continues, vocals layered and atmospheric) So where you watchin' from? Resolution changes everything. *[Spoken/Whispered over minimal beat]* Street view keeps you angry— Satellite view shows you the pattern— Cosmic view shows you who's drawing it— But here's the real question: *What altitude you building from?* 'Cause once you see the game You can't unsee it Once you see the board You can't un-know it The matrix isn't out there— It's the resolution you're stuck in *[Beat drops to bass only]* Zoom out. One more time. *Zoom out.* *[Final whisper as everything fades]* Where you watchin' from? *[Silence]*
