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Diagnosis Vol. 2 Survival 101

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“Diagnosis” flips the mental health narrative on its head, asking the most dangerous question in modern America: what if the people struggling to function aren't the problem, but the early warning system? Using medical diagnostic language as both shield and sword, the track systematically dismantles the pathologization of dissent by reframing individual psychological distress as rational response to systemic toxicity. From hypervigilance in surveillance capitalism to questioning the chemical composition of processed food, the narrator positions their "symptoms" not as personal failures but as healthy immune responses to an unhealthy environment. The recurring hook "I'm the symptom / What's the diagnosis?" transforms what could be defensive into offensive strategy, forcing listeners to examine whether sanity lies in adaptation to insane conditions or resistance to them.
The song's power lies in its refusal to choose between personal responsibility and systemic critique, instead suggesting they're inseparable. Lines like "I'm the poet-scientist, the secret agent, the inoculation" establish the narrator not as victim or prophet but as conscious participant in their own analysis, someone who can examine their position without losing their conviction. By the final verse, the diagnostic framework has revealed its true purpose: demonstrating that maintaining coherence and humanity within extractive systems requires exactly the kind of "symptoms" society seeks to medicate away. It's conscious rap as cognitive therapy, offering listeners permission to trust their own perceptions about the dysfunction surrounding them while providing language to articulate experiences that mainstream discourse renders invisible or pathological.

Diagnosis

We all modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction. 
Got it before we had it, 
Felt like magic, and I got so many wishes…

Everybody so used to putting it on plastic
Paying with digital wallets, 
Click- click, tap—just like magic
Here you go, it ‘s yours, have at it!
Ahhhh
Mmm it’s so sweet, discreet,
smooth, sophisticated,
Paper and coin held a little more presence,
Now the value has been completely  eviscerated.
No longer feel the weight 
of their transactions,
Weightless, pure abstractions—
But feel the space, of their future 
Already measured, their life fractioned.
It feel so hollow, I feel so compelled to fill it
Nature abhors a vacuum, 
And every purchase,
It holds more of my spirit, 
long as it don’t exceed your limit.

Watch this, we all modern magicians,
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction.
Conjuring up whatever we want
And how we want it—
so much
they give us grand visions every season, every year, every holiday
Theres always a promise and a reason 
Immediately broken, treason 
But we ain’t leaving til we got
What we came for, 
They say it’s in the new upgrade,
Just a few hundred dollars more…

We all modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turn a fiction into nonfiction. 
Got it before we had it, 
Felt like magic
til the curse was clear.

When money becomes the mediator
Of meaning, what’s it mean to me?
How much they cost you? What’s the resell? 
How many units of life does that be?
How many heart beats did it cost, will it cost
To buy the things you want, or basic dignity?
How you measure children? Friends? Partners? Your elders? You get good returns? They high value? 
They a poor investment? 
What’s it take to earn 
Value when you ain’t making 
only taking money? 
Hard to measure 
what makes life worth living, 
like using only sweetness 
to indicate the value of honey.  

In one move, one impulse,
can make a year disappear,
Got it before we had it,
Felt like magic, til the curse was clear.
Everyday already been sold,
Working to the bone, nothing to show
Interest accruing, end getting farther 
not near. 
Woulda never set foot on that escalator, was out of order when I stepped on, 
now it’s running in reverse, 
faster and faster, it just keep going.
I don’t know where all the times gone,
Or if I’ll ever make it 
up to that platform.

We were modern magicians, 
Every click, tap, swipe, 
Turned our lives into fiction. 
Now the curse is clear, 
Now the curse is clear.
But this ain’t natural,
This ain’t life.

Ain’t bound by the laws of men,
Not when they violate
The laws of what’s always been.
No! Not what’s always been in your speck of existence, I’m talking billions of years
That’s one hell of a precedent
The conviction is clear…
Except you said
 to hell with it.
the history is irrelevant,
Get with the times,
We all demons here—

“Ey yo, Time’s up! 
We gotta cut it there today!
I’ll send you the recording later today…
I’ll charge the session to the card on file…
That ok bro?”

Plastic

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

Be real with me- it's all I ask
In my presence we drop the masks
No protection, feel it all,
Ain't no holding back.

You can change the channel,
Leave the signal scrambled,
Like it got every letter, just not in order—
Alphabet soup, Campbell's

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

This is just for your entertainment
Don't life look so nice on digital screens,
We elevated,
Flickering at precise rates for brain entrainment,
Don't worry, enhance the experience,
Leave your attention fully captured
and delirious—

Now feeling real, more real, 
Calling it the reel life,
Cut, edited, professionally spliced
Even took Kendrick's "We gon be alright"
Turned hope into content, rolled the dice

The fruit is always ripe, 
The advertising positioned just right,
Your eye starts to water—
Forgot to blink.
Yeah that's how they measure their marketing
To your children,
Success: they made it through the whole scene
Without a blink

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

Got me trying too hard, hard not being seen or heard,
I used the right filter, I used the buzzword
Buzzfeed said would work
Threw up my hood, psyched myself up,
I dropped a beat
I got one chance, the right lighting,
My chance to glow
Opportunity only comes once in a timeline
...Hope I don't get shadow banned.

They call me Gladiator, Maximus Decimus Meridius,
I got grit I got teeth like I'm taking on
A whole pack of Now and Laters.
The coliseum I be seeing it on every screen,
Feeding us this bread and circus,
On social media we all feed.

Are you not entertained?!

But don't it look better when it's on the screen?
Like how you living? Let me see,
Only well when your last reel be getting seen.
Otherwise what do it mean?
Only feedback they feedin' teens

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

Gladiator Part 1

It's just for your entertainment
And your career, your social life,
Your hobby, your source of insecurity,
Your judgment of your body.
Are you not entertained?
Even made a new type of time,
Qualified by staring at screens
Now screen time out measures
Time spent living and actually being.

Don't mistake this for anti-tech—
Love the stuff,
Can't stop looking, got that tech neck
Keep my head down, heat check
Hold up—too many notifications
Be back in a sec.

What was I saying?
Hard to process all this information
My neck craning, my eyes straining
Technology gaining, AI training
They gaming the whole system.
Unplug—won't know what you're missing

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

There's a window in your hand
Holds more weight
Than the world in front of you,
Holding the world in your hand
Make you feel just like a god,
A star sharing every piece of your life
For all to admire, near and far.

Magic magic everywhere,
What they beaming to your screen?
Stimulation. Simulation, codes to cycle
And deplete your dopamine.
Technology ain't really improving
What make you human just in atrophy
Been too long since we felt
The real thing.

Don't believe everything that you see,
Read, hear, or even think—
I heard those black ops been placing
Nanobots in your cereal, in your soda pop,
At least last quarter century.

Who says I need a middle man?
Who says 'making it' is an accomplishment?
Who says true art is dead?
Who says it ain't real until you get a thousand followers?
Ain't you heard? Internet's been dead.

Poison in the water, poison in the food, the air.
Dumbasses poisoned themselves
And called it playing fair.
Peeping on you 24/7 wasn't enough,
Had to get inside you and defile you,
Control your thinking, feeling,
Replace your dreams with dust.

Every day, thinking like they Pinky and the Brain—
Take over the world, ain't no other way.

But don't it look better when it's on the screen?
Only feedback they feedin' teens

Gladiator Part 2

"Hackable Animals" is a chilling critique of digital manipulation and economic extraction told from the perspective of the systems doing the exploiting. Drawing on Yuval Noah Harari's concept of humans as "hackable animals," the track details how corporations use behavioral psychology (referencing B.F. Skinner's conditioning techniques) to manipulate users through precisely timed notifications, algorithmic content curation, and engineered addiction cycles. The narrator, speaking as the corporate system itself, explains how they exploit child psychology research not to help children but to fragment their identities for profit, how they manipulate currency through early access to newly printed money, and how institutional investors like Blackstone used government assistance during the foreclosure crisis to convert homeownership into permanent rental extraction. The song escalates from technical manipulation through economic control to complete dehumanization, ending with the system's false paternalistic justification that this exploitation is actually protective. The track functions as both artistic expression and documentation of real-world psychological and economic warfare, revealing the contemptuous mindset behind systems that treat humans as exploitable resources rather than autonomous beings.

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Conscious rap artist bearing witness to systemic horrors with unfiltered bars—AI-produced beats, human truths from the trenches of corruption and control.

I’m Inspirited In Sight: researcher, gemologist, storyteller, and independent hip-hop creator exploring consciousness transformation. 

My lyrics validate what you’re seeing: the horror is real, your exhaustion rational, your rage appropriate. 

You’re not crazy for struggling in a broken system; you’re not alone in spotting the patterns. 

This isn’t quick-fix empowerment—it’s witnessing the machinery of manufactured compliance, dissecting power structures for the sleepless, struggling, and systemically forgotten. 

Validation before action, because clarity starts with knowing your perception is valid.

Process: Observe realities mainstream ignores, craft every word and concept myself, leverage AI for production and rapid independent drops. No gatekeepers, just consistent creation from lived experience and an aware, parent’s perspective fighting for depth amid chaos.

Mission: Hip-hop as consciousness-raising resistance—beats that awaken, narratives that affirm independent voices in a world profiting from sleepwalking. 

Staying present and awake is our superpower.

Influences: MF Doom’s cryptic layers, Lupe Fiasco’s systemic depth, Common’s grounded soul, plus edges from Cal Scruby, V1V1D, B.O.B., 99 Neighbors, Glass Animals, Matt Maeson, Notorious BIG, classic rock, and alternative rock.
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