[Intro] Yeah… Whole world lookin' like a blooper reel somebody left on loop, man… I don't even feel human here anymore. [Verse 1] Yo, this that "Scroll the feed, lose your faith in the species" season, Every headline readin' like a parody, but it's real, no reason. Mom drowns three kids, camera zooms in, crowd weepin', grievin', Next week she on live with a halo filter talkin' 'bout "healin'." Million dollars on a link in the bio, "Thoughts and prayers" financed like it's crypto in Ohio, Comment section split: half saints, half psychos, Half tryin' to free her, other half screamin' "fry those!" Donor perks: get a shout-out if you tip above a thousand, Murder merch droppin', limited release, she smilin' and profilin'. True crime podcasts break it down like analysts, Then sell ads for meal kits in the middle of her madness. We binge pain like a series, eight parts, all seasons, Turn trauma into TV, monetize every demon. This culture love a villain if the backstory tragic, We baptize the bloodshed, hashtag magic. I'm in the comments leanin' back like "This a prank, right?" But the joke's on me, whole city in a gang fight With reality, facts on fentanyl, barely standin', Sanity's a blockchain nobody understandin'. [Hook] This that crazy shit, they livestream it, Sell the smoke while the whole block lit. I'm the alien pressed up on the glass, Watchin' saints turn sinners into cash. This that upside-down, right-side wrong, Where the sickest get the loudest song. If the inmates got the keys tonight, I'm the one man lookin' for the light. [Verse 2] Look— Judge bangin' gavels on a case like a TikTok beat, Got a ring light on the bench, shootin' vertical heat. Lawyer doin' dances in the corridors for follows, Then plea deals negotiated in the comments by the hollow. Little dude posts threats over schoolyard beef, Next week merch drop, "Free him" on every tee. He a folk hero now 'cause he cried on the stand, We gave a standing O while the victims couldn't stand. Therapist on YouTube, fifteen-second diagnoses, "Do you blink twice? You might have all these psychoses." Slap disorder labels on your forehead like a sticker, Turn the algorithm's pity into clout so it can trigger. New religion: every feed is a confessional booth, Where we livestream breakdowns, monetize the proof. Click bait saints and demons, all in one explore page, Like the Ark got hacked and they let loose the war rage. We don't heal, we trend; we don't talk, we brand, Got a sponsor in the corner of your trauma on demand. The crowd roar loud when morality collapse, Throw a filter on the ashes, call it "mental health awareness." [Hook] This that crazy shit, they livestream it, Sell the smoke while the whole block lit. I'm the alien pressed up on the glass, Watchin' saints turn sinners into cash. This that upside-down, right-side wrong, Where the sickest get the loudest song. If the inmates got the keys tonight, I'm the one man lookin' for the light. [Verse 3] I walk the streets like a lab rat that slipped out the maze, Peerin' in at humans like, "Yo, y'all really live this way?" Got influencers sellin' pills with disclaimers in italics, Then go cry on cam for sympathy and spike they analytics. Every act of mercy gotta come with a camera crew, If you ain't film it, you ain't help, that's the new commandment, dude. Priest live-stream mass with a tip jar open, Turn holy water to bottled fear they can sell you as a potion. Politicians quote scripture with a grin like they rehearsin', Then vote to cut the lifelines and blame it on the person. "Pull yourself up"—yeah, by a rope round the throat, They outlaw the lifeguard while they capsize the boat. [Bridge] I'm lookin' round like, Did I wake up in the outtakes of creation? Like the universe patched a glitch with a whole civilization. Maybe I ain't from here, maybe this a mis-assignment, I don't recognize my species, only recognize confinement. Static in my head, I keep losin' the translation, Like I learned "human" as a second language, lost in conversation. Y'all treat empathy like contraband, hide it when it surface, But parade your broken pieces if they come with enough purchase. [Hook] This that crazy shit, they livestream it, Sell the smoke while the whole block lit. I'm the alien pressed up on the glass, Watchin' saints turn sinners into cash. This that upside-down, right-side wrong, Where the sickest get the loudest song. If the inmates got the keys tonight, I'm the one man lookin' for the light. [Outro] So when the next headline hit and your jaw hit floor, Ask if you mournin' the dead or just hungry for more. Cuz this circus don't stop, we just change the ring leader, Different costume, same hunger in the same feeders. If home is where the heart is, mine stuck in quarantine, Peekin' out the blinds of a mind that ain't quite clean. And if I'm the one that's off, then maybe that's my gift: To stay awake enough to call this nightmare what it is— Crazy shit.
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