H-Town (Remix)

Sweet (prod by Phoenix Flame Beats)

Capitalism’s next tier ain’t greed, 
It’s orbital zones where minds can lead. 
It’s not escape—it’s species climb, 
Where purpose meets intelligent design.

Power elites get their honor back, 
No more lies, no more attack. 
They teach, they guide, they build the base, 
For orbital jobs and human grace.

No more flipping burgers, no more grind, 
We need engineers with cosmic mind. 
Scientists rise, the youth get trained, 
And orbital zones become unchained.

AI won’t steal—it’ll assist, 
In building futures that persist. 
The job force grows, the climb begins, 
And dignity returns to skins.

Politics evolves, war gets banned, 
No more bombs across the land. 
We invest in moral growth, 
Till pain and fear are just an oath.

The memory fades, the scars dissolve, 
And human hearts begin to evolve. 
No more rampage, no more screams, 
Just cultured minds and cosmic dreams.

We must be taught to live with joy, 
Not just survive, not just deploy. 
No more pressure, no more breaks, 
No more systems built on fakes.

To trust a soul in orbit’s zone, 
They must be whole, not overthrown. 
Not rats in race, but minds that choose, 
To build a world we won’t abuse.

Education flows like stream, 
Not tests that crush the child’s dream. 
AI guides, adapts, refines, 
To find the genius in the lines.

Each kid walks their chosen path, 
No forced exams, no wrathful math. 
Just depth and joy and tailored climb, 
A lifelong arc through space and time.

Orbital zones, the new gold tier, 
Make peace more profitable than fear. 
No bombs, no raids, no broken lands— 
Just habitats built by human hands.

Real estate beyond the sky, 
Turns war to loss, and peace to high. 
The rich will pivot, not from guilt, 
But from the math of what gets built.
[Verse 7 – Supra-Political Prestige]
As habitats bloom and minds align, 
New orgs rise with cosmic spine. 
Supra-political, tuned to guide, 
Not just to rule, but to provide.

Their prestige comes not from might, 
But from expanding human light. 
Population grows with grace, 
In orbital zones, we find our place.
[Verse 8 – The Civilization of Species]
This is the moment long foreseen, 
Where mankind sheds the war machine. 
No more tribal, no more torn, 
A species whole, reborn, adorned.

Civilization not by land, 
But by the reach of every hand. 
Peace ain’t just a dream or plea— 
It’s now the path to planetary glee.

Peace is no longer a hope. 
It’s the most valuable investment. 
And the climb is no longer a theory. 
We can end the nightmare. 
Become a real civilization. 
The real battle was always to survive.

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