[Intro: Julia Stiles]
I was doing just fine until you showed up
I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair
I hate the way you drive my car
I hate it when you stare
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind
I hate you so much, it makes me sick
It even makes me rhyme
I hate it, I hate the way you're always right
I hate it when you lie
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even more so when you make me cry

[Verse 1]
Money go-getter
What's her name, I'll get her
Fuck the fame, just came
I'm a young Memphis nigga
In my Jordan flip-flops with my hair in a knot
With a knot in my socks
And my chest in a slot

Nigga
All I fucking know is sex, money, and to rob
In a all white charger looking like the fucking Rock
On the block with the pot
Looking hot
For the cream of the crop
Don't stop
Fuck a cop
Do it till your heart drop

The Message

The First Break in the Illusion) Look at your hands, watch them move, Muscles flex, signals shoot. You think it’s simple, built-in control, Yet every motion hides the force untold.

Cells divide, signals fire, Yet none of them know desire. Your brain thinks, your voice speaks, Yet your atoms never seek.

A bird flies, a fish swims, Yet never questions where it begins. It moves, it knows, it bends, it flows, But what tells it how to go?

There’s no chaos—only pattern we missed, Like code too ancient for minds to list. The dust that spins, the stars that burn, All follow laws we have yet to learn.

We ain't just here by accident's grace, We're a ripple inside of a breathing space. The same force bends leaf and law— Creation unfolding without a flaw.

A tree don’t think, yet reaches light, A storm don’t plan, yet fuels its might. The ocean shifts, the planets spin, Yet none of them choose to begin.

But choice ain’t the force behind the rule, Reality breathes, silent, cool. Matter evolves, consciousness wakes, Not just in minds—in everything it shapes.

You ain’t your voice, your job, your name, You’re vibration caught inside the game. Every “I” is just a lens on the stream, A window frame in the builder’s dream.

There’s no outside, no separate spark, Just light folding back on the living arc. Biology’s just the veil we wear— But it’s the same breath in every prayer.

From the slime in the dirt to the stars above, From the rock to the wave, from the push to the shove, From the force of gravity to a single seed, From instincts that guide to the thoughts we breed—

It’s one system, one pulse, one dream, one sight. It ain’t just biology—it’s existence, alive.

Reality ain’t mechanics alone, It breathes, it moves, it carves its throne. Consciousness isn’t trapped in minds, It expands, it shifts, it unwinds.

It’s written in stone, whispered in fire, Found in the deep, felt in the wire. Life ain’t just flesh, intelligence ain’t just man, It’s the whole universe—one massive plan.

This ain’t about ends or gods on high, It’s the echo of “Why?” wrapped in “I.” We are the thread in the cosmic seam— More than biology… we’re the Dream.



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