I was not made to be your shadow clone,
apart of you but unbarably alone,
you body double your perfect clone,
we are a race a human once,
no matter the gender the preference the color of ones skin,
the human race is dying and what I regret is going down without fighting,
we have an infinity of knowledge within our very hands,
the internet is freedom from this eternal hell,
we amassed a store of knowledge to pass down to generations, this is our library of Alexandria,
every generation having the guidance of those who came before them,
I might be living day by day but I'm forever hoping, that one of us will take the charge but knowing I'm the one to do it,
this is desperate cry to anyone who hears me, remember that no matter what the trust that is forged in the fires is what matters,
if you are all talk and no game doesn't that make you insane,
you are living theses double lives,
let's **** it be ***** on main,
I don't care who you say that you are I only care about who your truly are,
I don't care how pretty your ad is all I care about is would you help a kid find where there dad is,
but not just a farther a mother or whatever other labels people put on family,
family is two people who trust each other enough to know that they won't be stabbed in the back,
we are curious creatures that's why we evolved, always asking how so next time you get annoyed at that kid remember you were once them,
we are evolving still just look at it every generation does crazier ****,
but let's stop all the backstabbing and hatred to friends,
who is really at blame,
why did we accept it was normal to hate school, hate your work,
hate your family,
hate yourself,
who would accept such a reality so I will fight with everything I have in me to find a place called home, be it my bed or a book or a videogame,
I need to be able to fail with the ability to restart,
we have the technology,
we have the future in our hands like a rope we're holding on and there's no way that I'm letting go, there is this voice inside of me telling me what I should be but the walls that they built keep confining me,
don't you know what happens to fuel when it's put under pressure,
one little spark an your set of a temper inside of me that I had no idea was so ******* mean,
but at this moment you are the child to me,
you made us as fuel for your economy so when we are all dying that's what your ******* think,
we should have been over this slavery thing if you guys would stop using it for profiting,
we are a race a human one and will you be proud when it's all said and done?