Intro ( Yo38 in the building )
check the cadence, the placement, the way that the words hit,
Used to chase pavement, now I'm facing where the world is split.
Between truth and distortion, a digital contortion,
My mind's doing loops like a Durban roller coaster's portion.
Remember simpler times, before the screens hijacked our brains?
Before every thought was a headline, lost in electric rains?
Now it's instant validation, constant scrolling fixation,
A generation of zombies, addicted to notification.
Used to be a handshake, a look in the eye, that was the bond,
Now a quick "like" or a DM, and we're instantly spawned
Into echo chambers, where logic and reason just die,
And every opinion's a fact, beneath a manufactured sky.
Man, things have shifted, lifted the veil from the simple,
Replaced it with pixels, where pain becomes dimple,
A joke on the timeline, a meme to dissect and dismantle,
Human connection's a flicker, struggling to light a candle.
Used to grind out the truth, from the concrete, grit in my teeth,
Now the "struggle" is filtered, a perfectly polished wreath.
No more hunger pangs, just designer-clad wannabes,
Who front like they're hustling, but thriving on make-believe.
I've seen the streets turn, the old heads disperse and fade,
While the new wave emerges, a commercially-curated charade.
They mimic the legends, but lack the genuine fire,
No soul in the verses, just reaching for a quick flyer.
It's a different landscape, where authenticity's traded for views,
Where real life is edited, and manufactured queues
Form outside events, for influencers, shallow and loud,
Lost in their own selfies, detached from the actual crowd.
Yeah, things have changed, mutated, transformed, rearranged,
And sometimes I just stand back, feeling completely estranged.
From the pace and the madness, the superficial parade,
Just a relic of rhythm, a true lyricist, unafraid.
To call out the fakeness, the constant charades and the lies,
While they're busy chasing clout, I'm still reaching for skies.
With substance and passion, a voice that still cuts through the noise,
'Cause when the smoke clears, it's the realness that truly enjoys...
The lasting impact, the legacy etched in the stone,
While these fleeting trends crumble, and vanish, completely unknown.
Outro ( 38 signing out )
Nandelyricist616
