We’re staring down collapse, and the clock’s gone mad, 
Economies grinding, futures looking sad.
But the answer ain’t buried in the dirt we tread—
It’s floating above us, waiting to be led.

Space ain’t fantasy—it’s the next breath,
The only escape from economic death.
We build in orbit, we build to survive,
We build to keep the species alive.

The corporations grew fat on the ground,
Now they choke the system, pound for pound.
But if they evolve, if they build in the sky,
They’ll feed new markets and learn to fly.

Orbital industry ain’t just a dream,
It’s the only way to reboot the machine.
Jobs on Earth, demand in space,
A feedback loop for the human race.

Build bigger than Earth, build beyond the pain,
Build for the species, expanding the domain.
The ground is cracking, the sky is wide—
It’s time to build where the future can’t hide.

Package holidays in orbit, zero-G breaks,
Retirement in space for the ones life shakes.
Disabled folks floating free from chairs,
Old bones unburdened by gravity’s snares.

We ain’t just building tech—we’re building grace,
A future where dignity finds its place.
And the corporations? They’ll thrive if they serve,
But if they stall, they’ll get what they deserve.

This ain’t utopia—it’s economic sense,
A species-scale plan, not moral pretense.
We feed demand from orbit to ground,
And the money flows in a circular sound.

Real products, real jobs, real lives restored,
Not junk bonds or banker fraud.
We build for the workers, the dreamers, the old,
And the future pays back in silver and gold.

Build bigger than Earth, build beyond the strain,
Build for the species, expand the domain.
The ground is shifting, the stars align—
It’s time to build where the future can shine.

Yo— The habitats rise, the orders flood,
Factories hum, investors bud.
The orbit calls, the ground responds,
And wealth flows back in feedback bonds.

It ain’t just tech—it’s human need,
It’s greed refined into future seed.
The gold rush starts, but this time right—
We build with peace, we build with light.

Yo— This ain’t escape, this ain’t retreat,
It’s the answer rising from the street.
We’ve fought for dirt, we’ve bled for land,
But now it’s time to understand.

We’re not stuck—we’re just asleep,
Still dreaming small while the cosmos speaks.
The stone age ends when we choose to rise,
To build with purpose, to claim the skies.

Orbital habitats, supra-global flow,
Automation lifting all below.
This is the path, the truth, the plan—
The future waits for every man.

So wake up, world—don’t let it slide,
The stars are open, the gates are wide.
Grab it now with both your hands,
And build a future that understands.

Build Bigger Than Earth

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