Name: bbonds by pseudo.
Duration: 2 min 10 s
Description: https://superpseudo.bandcamp.com/album/fauxtapes-vol-1

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iman omari // what up?/�como estan? (remix for quelle)

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#Dark Hiphop #Underground Rap #TherapeuticHipHop #DeepLyrics #ConsciousRap #Boombap

Lyrics 

Took millennials,
Gave them all a trophy,
Told them they were special.
Now half of them ignoring me,
"You don't understand me! I'm special!"

[Verse 1]

Now they giving everyone a pedestal,
Competition about who's scoring the most—
Mostly meaningless medals,
Metrics and likes.
"Everyone deserves to win"—
That's what you told me. That's life.
Aren't you proud?
We listened!
To children, parents are gods,
We trusted you;
You sold us fiction.

[Verse 2]

It's not enforceable, it's existential—
That shouldn't be a contradiction.
Or maybe it always is,
Man rewriting the laws of God,
Of course that's underwritten by the Devil.
Sophisticated legal front for the cartel,
Truth just means whatever they've written,
Nobody willing to enforce the treble.
Whole thing's been cooked,
Compromised, but too comfortable to unsettle.
You ain't even looked.
Still y'all pretend
Only thing that matters
If it makes it to the federal level.
Great god almighty
Used to reside in the humble,
Now it's gilded and glamorous,
Charismatic—nobody noticed the fumble.
Worshipping glorious images of wealth
Even when bubbles burst and bellies rumble.
Here's infinite distraction
And a machine that makes dreams seem within reach—
Til they boot the server down, cut the power off.
But we ain't there yet!
Tell me I'm successful,
Preserve me forever in the code,
Now nothing ephemeral.

[Verse 3]

Made a fortune strapping debt on future generations,
Gatekept the credentials,
Need a degree just to support a family.
Arrived with three degrees,
More skills than y'all could write at the same age—
Wouldn't retire, played power games,
Had to stay center stage
So we couldn't even get paid.
Saddled us with your debt,
Toxic assets,
Now can't buy a house
But pay rent more than a mortgage.
Kids these days—so ungrateful,
Unique little snowflakes.
Can't gain when the entire game's been gamed,
Already drained the future from our veins—
A debt that won't be forgiven,
Just our lives you won't let us live in.
Hard work, what the fuck do that mean?
Hardly working, making fortunes,
Just type in numbers on the screen.
We hustle hard, took on the risk,
Took her knowledge, fed to a machine.
How you supposed to win against the Colossus,
Subsidized directly from your pockets?
Never eats, never sleeps,
No fears, no gears, no messy feelings,
Just automation with no added liability.
Pulled the ladder up after us,
Locked the door and said can't go no higher.
Run in place faster
Or be more bored for longer.

[Hook]

Took millennials,
Gave them all a trophy,
Told them they were special.
Aren't you proud? We listened!
To children, parents are gods—
We trusted you;
You sold us fiction.

[Verse 4]

Always squeaking, whining
Like a little mouse,
Cutting holes in our walls,
Not really welcome here.
Too polite to kick me out,
Can't afford rent or to move out.
"You ain't even own a house,
I earned my living with my bare hands—
What you do?" Huh?
Survived addiction,
Made beautiful, skillful art,
Wrote papers across domains,
Kept speaking even when they tried
To sew my mouth closed—
Wouldn't stop screaming,
"What is the meaning?!"
You just looked,
I wasn't who you planned me to be,
Felt insulted by my being
Something else than you were dreaming.
Now hell got you under its spell,
So captured—your children look at you
When you get a little angry
Like they've seen a demon.
Don't that fuck you up?
Want to demean them, go ahead—
You made sure there were always reasons.

[Outro]

New world order,
Just our new confessional.
Great god in the machine,
Tell me I'm successful.
Absolve me, solve me, dissolve me in the code—
Now nothing ephemeral.
Nothing ephemeral.

bbonds

pseudo.

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