Youth With You 3 - 驯化者 (Domesticator)

As the stock market rockets just to plummet from grace,
I put on latex gloves and crack the code to the safe.
My pupils widen five dimes eclipsin’ the light,
Tryin’ to tether my flight while these drugs grip me tight.
But I ain’t blame the syringe nah, I welcomed the burn,
I’m the volunteer fire, baby, watch the ashes return.
Apostles dipped their dirty hands in my bottle and preached,
While I fed my hollow tips to the clip like communion for beasts.
A flip phone buzzin’, coded threats through the static,
Another child sold to a system that’s democratic in traffic.
Capital gains become collateral stains,
They teach pain with a pension and inject it in veins.
See these priests turned pimps, wearin’ robes like a cloak,
Recruitin’ kids like pawns for their holy war joke.
Liturgical lies in a land where the saviors have shifted,
They sniff divinity daily, in chalices twisted.


Is this destiny or death on delay?
When the truth gets priced and the light turns grey.
You can pray to the heavens or curse the stars,
But both got scars that reflect who you are.
Is this destiny… or death just disguised?
Every choice that I write bleeds out from my eyes.

Needles in the chapel, prayers echo in code,
Scripture twisted in tongues that the prophets disown.
Holy men on the run, countin’ sins in the snow,
Popes blowin’ more white than a ski slope show.
And these kids?
They learn salvation through prescription slips,
Gettin’ baptized in ketamine, lips split on a script.
Mothers can’t cope, fathers hung from hope,
Doctors hand out ropes with a signature stroke.
Tell me, is that healing or human trafficking hidden in clinics?
Where mental health is a quota and your pain’s just a business?
I’m scribblin’ psalms in a journal with pages burnt black,
While a shrink with a PhD says relapse is just “backtrack.”
Hospitals don’t help—they hustle like dealers with diplomas,
White coats overdosing patients with that big pharma aroma.
And the youth? They’re sedated by TikToks and trauma,
Scars scroll by faster than truth through a sauna.

Is this destiny or death on delay?
When the truth gets priced and the light turns grey.
You can pray to the heavens or curse the stars,
But both got scars that reflect who you are.
Is this destiny… or death just disguised?
Every choice that I write bleeds out from my eyes.

This ain’t a fable, it’s a funeral of dreams,
Where angels get drafted and demons run schemes.
The cross ain’t a shelter, it’s a marketing ploy,
While heaven’s lobby looks just like a court for the boys.
I’m not lost, I’m awakened just trapped in this glitch,
Where rich men quote Christ while they auction off kids.
Where forgiveness is priced and redemption’s for sale,
And the holiest ones are just too scared to rebel.
So I stay with my pad, just a prophet with rage,
Ink bleeds like stigmata from each righteous page.
Whether destiny or death I won’t fade or forget,
I’m that verse in the void that the heavens regret.

Is this destiny or death on delay?
When the truth gets priced and the light turns grey.
You can pray to the heavens or curse the stars,
But both got scars that reflect who you are.
Is this destiny… or death just disguised?
Every choice that I write bleeds out from my eye.

Destiny or death

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