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Чёрные слёзы. [2k15]
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Чёрные слёзы (Black Tears)

We rap for the species, the whole damn crew, 
From Bolton to Mars, from me to you.
We rap for the archive, the mythic flame, 
Living history, not chasing fame.

Space capitalism—sounds like a trap, 
But it’s the crown if we map the gap.
It ain’t just profit in zero-G, 
It’s the chance to build a world that’s free.

No borders, no flags, no tribal feud, 
Just orbital zones where minds can brood.
TNCs launch, escape the grind, 
And find new ways to serve mankind.

But if they bring the same old greed, 
They’ll terraform pain, not meet the need.
We need a charter, a cosmic code, 
To guide the flow, not overload.

Space ain’t Vegas, it ain’t a game, 
It’s sacred ground with no one to blame.
We need new rules, not just escape, 
Or we’ll colonize with the same old shape.

Imagine habitats built to share, 
Not hoard the light, but breathe the air.
Imagine labor that lifts the soul,
Not grinds the gears to meet a goal.

Imagine wealth that funds the climb, 
For every child, across all time.
Imagine trade that’s fair and clean, 
No sweatshop scars behind the sheen.

Space capitalism done with grace, 
Could birth a truly human race.
But if it’s fear that drives the ship, 
We’ll crash again, another slip.

We need vision, not just tech, 
Or we’ll build new ladders just to wreck.
We need artists, thinkers, mythic minds, 
To shape the orbit, not just mines.

We need a culture that sees the stars, 
Not just profits, stocks, and cars.
We need a system that knows the cost, 
Of every soul that’s ever lost.

We need a future that’s built to last, 
Not just echo the broken past.
Space capitalism—done just right, 
Could turn the grind into shared light.

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