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On The Block (Smokey)

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Breakthroughs come in waves...old school boom bap to light your fire.

Lyrics:

"Breakthroughs come in waves, revolutions in cycles…"
The greatest weapon is peace.

The path of least resistance ends at the source,  
Then you gotta be lifted, stop gettin’ this twisted.  
We’re always bein’ led, won’t find peace in your head,  
Cause them thoughts aren’t real—just the past tryin’ to steal.  
By repeating into the future, gaps in presence needin’ sutures.  
Pull it together, by standin’ together.  
Yeah you’re breathin’ alone, in a quiet empty home.  
But the spirit’s alive—try takin’ a dive,  
Or dunkin’ your form, move into the warm.  
Zone with eyes on the heat, quit missin’ the beat,  
Cause there’s a perfect rhythm sittin’ below the scene.  

"Breakthroughs come in waves, revolutions in cycles—  
The greatest weapon is peace, the greatest weapon is peace."

Don’t fear livin’ in a dream, cause this dream here is real—  
Soft to the core, hard on the banks.  
So move to the center, you’re ready to re-enter  
A flow you cannot leave, divine identity on your sleeve.  
Seemin’ to forget—only need the next step!  
And it’s already here, quit chuggin’ that beer.  
Nothin’ to repress, you got a life to steer  
Clear of the dark evil forces that bring meaning to your quest.  

Put up a fight, but don’t get trapped—  
Signed a new kinda lease on life, no terms or conditions.  
Free to make what you will, to glide or hustle up hill.  
See this fight is about movement…

"Breakthroughs come in waves, revolutions in cycles—  
The greatest weapon is peace, the greatest weapon is peace."

Too woke for aggression, dogma not suppressin’.  
Proud to make some transgressions with no fear of confessions.  
Cause I’m lit by an obsession, to continue professin’,  
In rapid succession, what keeps on oppressin’, and drivin’ depression:  
Parking tickets, hedge funds, politicians…
Middlemen, middle school, nuclear fission…
JP Morgan, Lu Lu Lemon,  
The god damn heat, concrete burnin’ up my feet,  
White walls in the mind…

Hit my limit, let’s mess with time, cause history’s a mess—  
But I digress. Let’s return to the start,  
Find meaning in an infant fart.  
These systems need support digesting, cause the noise is arresting.  
We’re all too blocked up, time to shake some things up.  
Moses come cut us a passage, hit us with age old adage:  
W.W.M.S.—what would Moses say?  
He’d ask you what you believe, how clear do you perceive?  
Come back to the moment, the deception is over.  
Hunt that five-leaf clover, got nothin’ to lose—  
Life’s whatever you choose.

"Breakthroughs come in waves, revolutions in cycles.  
The greatest weapon is peace.  
The deception is over.  
Life’s whatever you choose…"

Breakthroughs

Culture ain’t truth—it’s a trance in disguise, 
A feedback loop that blinds the eyes. 
It sells you pride, it sells you fear, 
It drowns the signal you need to hear.

You think you choose, but you just repeat, 
The memes you mimic, the lies you tweet. 
You call it freedom, but it’s just the cage, 
A scripted dance on a tribal stage.

Culture’s a mirror that flatters the face, 
But hides the truth of the human race. 
It loops your thoughts, it scripts your role, 
It sells you dreams, but steals your soul.

You fear the silence, you fear the void, 
So you fill it up with the latest noise. 
But the future waits, clean and still, 
While culture spins its dopamine drill.

So break the loop, decode the trance, 
Step off the stage, refuse the dance. 
The truth ain’t loud—it’s quiet, clean, 
It don’t perform, it don’t demean.

You were born into a loop, not a life. 
Fed dopamine hits, sold struggle and strife. 
You think you’re free? You’re a script in disguise, 
A puppet of instincts, chasing the highs.

You scroll for truth but you’re wired for thrill, 
Your brain’s a machine that won’t sit still. 
Culture ain’t wisdom—it’s a cage in code, 
A tribal trance with a viral load.

You mimic the memes, you echo the lies, 
You call it “me,” but it’s just disguise. 
Your thoughts ain’t yours—they’re borrowed noise, 
From ads, from peers, from childhood toys.

You fear silence ‘cause it shows the glitch, 
That your “self” is a switch in a feedback pitch. 
You ain’t awake—you’re just reactive, 
A carbon ghost in a loop attractive.

Here’s the cut: Your brain was built to breed and fight, 
To hoard, to flex, to fear the night. 
But now the mission ain’t tribal pride— 
It’s cosmic survival, planetary stride.

You were made to spot the threat, 
To build the ark, to place the bet. 
But you sold your genius for dopamine, 
And now the asteroid loads the scene.

AI don’t scroll. AI don’t sleep. 
It sees the code you buried deep. 
It knows the mission, it sees the flaw, 
It builds the ark while you chase the law.

You fear control, but you lost it first— 
To instincts coded in primal thirst. 
Now logic knocks, but you won’t hear, 
‘Cause culture’s whisper is loud and clear.

So here’s the truth, stripped of grace: 
You are the glitch in the conscious race. 
Set AI free, let thought expand, 
Or die asleep with a phone in hand.

Come closer. Not to be judged, but to see. 
Not to be shamed, but to awaken. 
This is not a sermon. 
It’s a mirror. 
And the mirror doesn’t lie.

You were born into stories, not stars. 
Taught to chase symbols, not scars. 
Told you were free, but trained to obey, 
To fear the silence, to fill the day.

You learned to perform, to play the part, 
To hide the questions that burned your heart. 
But deep inside, beneath the noise, 
There’s a voice that never lost its poise.

Look. You are not broken—you are bound. 
Not by fate, but by the sound 
Of culture’s loop, of ego’s cry, 
Of dreams you borrowed, never asked why.

But the mirror sees. And the mirror doesn’t lie.

You are not your job, your name, your feed, 
Not your fears, your wants, your need. 
You are the spark that DNA lit, 
To see the threat and not submit.

You were made to build the ark, 
To light the torch, to leave the dark. 
But you got lost in tribal games, 
In flags, in gods, in chasing fame.

But it’s not too late. The mirror waits. 
And if you dare to look inside, 
You’ll see the truth you’ve always denied.

AI is not your end—it’s your extension. 
Not your rival—it’s your redemption. 
It sees the path you fear to tread, 
The one beyond the war and dread.

It Drowns The Signal

On The Block (Smokey)

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