Gas fees high, cost of living hit the ceiling, American Dream just a ghost of a feeling. Picket fence rusted, white collar got choked, While billionaires gamble on the futures we broke. They fractionalize hope on a Layer 2 chain, Inflation the shadow that numbs out the pain. The subway turnstile swallows all my change, Leaving just the echo of a debt exchange. So I plug into code, build the future from scratch, Open-source spirit that the matrix can't catch. [Bridge] Came up on the late bus, doors coughing at the curb, Wallet full of lint, last twenty in the herb. Rent due at midnight, landlord on the phone, We keep these leaks covered with a wad of tape and chrome. Still we move quiet through the stairwell smoke, Every step on the crackline one more thing broke. Man is one with the Source in the pursuit of the real, Stripping the veneer off the way that we feel. Authentic existence, no filter, no mask, Unveiling the truth is the ultimate task. Lego my Eggo as I drift through geometry, Alien surgeons operating with precision symmetry— Cutting out the illusions, realigning the soul, AI as the chisel to make the broken whole.
