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🎤 Verse 1: The Setup They ask what we’ll do when the work is gone, Like we ain’t been dreaming of freedom all along. Like labor’s the meaning, like grind is divine— But that’s just the system rebranding the bind.

A child is born with a heart full of grace, Then schooled to forget it, to run the rat race. From playtime to deadlines, from wonder to rules, They trade love for obedience inside of these schools.

The bell rings, the spirit folds, They teach you to chase what the system holds. Not truth, not joy, not unity’s spark— Just grades and wages and living in the dark.

🎤 Hook (chant-style, Dead Prez energy): We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

🎤 Verse 2: The Breakdown Parents say “you gotta go,” but they broke too, Caught in the loop, just doing what folks do. They ain’t evil, they just bent by the frame, Passed down the trauma, passed down the shame.

But now the machines can handle the load, So why keep pushing humans down that road? Let AI run the grind, let tech hold the weight, Let us evolve, let love radiate.

No more need to compete for a plate, No more need to hustle just to feel great. No more schools that crush the soul, We’ll learn from life, from love, from the whole.

🎤 Hook (repeat with more intensity): We don’t need your grind, we don’t need your chains, We don’t need your schools, we don’t need your games. We were born to love, not to serve your plan, Post-work life? That’s the rise of man.

🎤 Verse 3: The Vision Imagine a world where the heart leads the way, Where meaning ain’t measured by a job or a pay. Where kids grow wild, not broken by rules, Where wisdom ain’t locked in government schools.

We’ll build a techno-ecology, love at the core, No poverty, no prisons, no need for war. Just games for the thrill, not battles for bread, Just living, just loving, just rising instead.

So when they ask what we’ll do when the work is done, Tell ’em: We’ll finally live beneath the sun. No more survival, no more broken parts— Just humans reborn with unbroken hearts.

🎤 Verse 4: The Class Illusion So when the rich man asks, “What will the poor do?” He forgets that the system made that view. He chillin’ in yachts, sippin’ on time, While the poor man’s grindin’ just to survive the climb.

But when work is gone, the walls dissolve, No rich, no poor—just problems to solve. The categories fade, the spirit repairs, And life becomes living, not climbing upstairs.

The poor man asks, “What will I do?” But that’s just trauma speakin’ through. He can’t see freedom, can’t feel the breeze, But the change is comin’—it’s breakin’ the freeze.


🧠 Verse 5 – The Paradise Protocol
(Mid-tempo beat, confident delivery with rising intensity)
Automation don’t just end the grind,  
It ends the hunger, frees the mind.  
Food precise, no waste, no war,  
Reality coded to open the door.  

Off-planet systems, balanced and clean,  
No more rich, no poor, no in-between.  
Inequality fades, the struggle subsides,  
And mankind walks where the truth resides.  

This ain’t utopia—it’s overdue,  
The paradise the prophets knew.  
Not built by kings, not bought with gold,  
But born from tech and hearts made bold.

🕊️ Outro – Spoken Word Transmission
(Beat fades to ambient synths, slow echo on final lines)
They told us paradise was myth.  
That freedom was earned through pain.  
But the truth is—freedom was always ours.  
Automation just clears the path.  

No more hunger.  
No more grind.  
Just life.  
Just love.  
Just time.  

The ancients saw it.  
We build it.  
And now…  
We live it.

Change Gonner Come

Rochester, New York emcee Lil Eto found time while recording his "1983" project to contribute a new song to the Remo The Hitmaker and PaperChaserDotCom.ChasinDatPaper mixtape, The Purest Product, Vol. 1.

Enjoy a cold beverage or chief something while listening to Eto's "Loved By Few, Hated By Many."

Produced by Remo The Hitmaker

Lil Eto - Loved By Few, Hated By Many (2015 New CDQ Dirty NO DJ) Prod. @RemoTheHitmaker

"Mister Nice Guy" produced by @back_pack_beatz available on all streaming services.

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