Computer race

Before This New World

(Random thoughts)

The crowd whispers

There’s no more fight in him

My enemies scream stick a knife in him

I study, research, then research my research

My kids be like

Dads a drone straight metallic

There is no guy in him

Chartered every direction

There is no guiding him

Synchronized with my past life

I done been back to that spot twice

Like that guy on twelve monkeys

Trying to save my granny from dying twice

I’m a paint job that has never been polished

But I spit like whale blow holes

And I still shine bright

Like old ladies with cookies I’m that nice

I was raised around

Drugs, bums, and crack pipes

But I managed to educate myself

And separated from that life 

Computer race

I’m living in a cultureless culture

Feels like Im in a room filled with vultures

My iPhone transformed into Ultron

Haters wanna blast at me

Blasphemy

I pray that my wifey

Never resort to plastic cheeks

Keep it unique and naturally

Rise of the drones

The assassination of individuality

The computers are screaming come to me

There is nothing else but me

Google is the new deity

Instead of praying on our knees

We spend hours browsing Google’s search engine for answers

Life without human touch feels more like a depressed tortoise

Moving through life in an antisocial fortress 

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