Do as you’re told, a cog in the machine
Quickly find yourself maligned if you break from the routine
Ostracized if you don’t jump the hoops
Marching to mad men’s orders like another one of the troops
The enemy is a lack of tenacity
Or strategy to confront the next catastrophe
Actively splitting heirs over nationality
This fallacy could be an apogee to immortality
Apparent to see I don’t foresee change materializing
Devising and striving to bring light to the horizon
Confined and restricted by class, race and gender
Slaves to a system that demands surrender
Resource limits and we’re only visiting
Stop ignoring the long view, quit the quibbling
Get civil and filter thoughts through the cosmic prism
Waging wars, waiting for an extinction collision
Can we affect the world while the world infects us?
Perfect our effect before the world forgets us?
Here’s the gist of my analysis, fame is analogous
To mental paralysis, build up the palaces
It’s where the callus live in stone phalluses
Isolated in mind, indulged in extravagance
Imposition of submission to currency acquisition
When the dollar’s a deity, dictating our definition
What do you do?
Why do we answer with our job instead of our drive
Are we blessed to be alive, or cursed to fight to survive?
The world is crushing me and my creativity
All my thoughts have been thought out ahead of me
Ideas created and sold out instead of me
Getting me into a state of atrophic artistry
Blasphemy to suggest a stance of opposition
I make for the periphery by my own volition
Before it breaks cognition, dissipates all ambition
Recondition disposition, so new hopes I can envision