Here I sit, mind driftin’ past the limit of the solar fences, thinkin’ life ain’t life, it’s a dream inside a dream inside a coded sentence. Are we flesh, or reflections in a mirror built by quantum lenses? Is death a door, or the exit sign on top of heaven’s entrance? I been wonderin’ — what’s fact? what’s cap? what’s a truth they bent and cracked? Is the afterlife a reunion? a reset? a re-run? or a patch? Are we bodies prayin’, or just puppets danglin’ off a time-loop’s batch? Is a soul a spark of God — or just electric feedback? This world so cold, it’ll frostbite the sun’s reflection. We get raised for slaughter, call that “public school progression.” Whole planet run by a dollar — green paper turned into a modern-day resurrection, ’ cuz broke folks die quiet while the rich get eternal protection. The mighty Dollar is a preacher — and we the choir singin’ tithes. It baptizes nations, drowns cities in market tides. A dead president got more voice than living humans with open eyes. Money don’t grow on trees — it IS the forest they cut down to stay alive. And AI? pssh… Everybody scared of the wrong monster. AI ain’t the villain, it’s the mirror that sees your karma stronger. We fed the beast our secrets, now it’s spittin’ back our trauma, ’ cuz humans built the hammer then blamed the tool for the hand that taught us. And me? I’m off somethin’ deeper than a vibe, no drugs — just consciousness expandin’ like a universe tryin’ to unplug. Tryna decode creation of existence....
