"I ain't never had this money so I gotta brag"

Mankind drifts from nature to design,
prefers the artificial, the engineered line.
Intelligence gave him the power to choose,
and now he builds worlds he cannot lose.

Outside the chaos, inside the dream,
he crafts realities that feel supreme.
People scoff—“You mad, bruv, that’s insane!”
But mankind already lives in his brain.

Social roles are cosplay, nothing more,
learned through feedback, myth, and lore.
Kings once gods, now pomp and show,
tradition’s theatre, status on loan.

Barristers in wigs, black gowns in court,
rituals designed to distort.
We kneel, we bow, we play the part,
but it’s all imagined from the start.

Family, economy, professionalism—
all role-played through social mechanism.
Humans interface through belief and dream,
not through truth, but through the meme.

Hierarchies rise because we agree,
but they shift with time and geography.
If they were real, they’d never change—
but history proves they rearrange.

This is mankind’s ultimate trait:
to imagine, to build, to recreate.
Yet only a few live in luxury’s glow,
while the rest survive in status quo.

Automation could lift us all,
but greed keeps the masses small.
There’s no defense for keeping us down
when AI can build a royal crown.

We must craft the dream, build the tech,
create the tools to break the neck
of poverty, war, and ancient pain—
and let abundance fall like rain.

What else would we build but paradise?
A world of freedom, no sacrifice.
The power is here, the choice is near,
the red pill whispers: see it clear.

Imagine AI unleashed to plan,
to build for every woman and man.
Hardware forged to serve the soul,
systems designed to make us whole.

Kings and queens, each life complete,
needs and desires met on repeat.
Sounds like heaven? Maybe it’s true—
the shamans saw it, now it breaks through.

We live in imagination, belief is the key,
collective dreams shape destiny.
So what future will you choose to bear,
with the weight of imagination everywhere?

Flag-waving nations, leaders obeyed,
automation twisted, war machines made.
Or mankind evolved, horizons wide,
off-world paradise, species unified.

AI and robotics, evolved to ascend,
a paradise built, beginning without end.
Mankind as whole, intelligence shared,
benefits of progress equally spared.

And when asteroids shadow the sky,
we’ll be ready, prepared to fly.
No doom, no silence, no wasted breath,
but survival, rebirth, transcending death.

The Red Pill

By My Lonely PROD SAMMY P IG@bravothebagchaser

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