The times are now soaked In digital wonder and enveloped in a narcissistic mind that believes they call the time. Adults invest in ways to distress, while their reckless tongues articulate their frustrations through harmful vibrations. The tube, as Gothic as ever, and the music lack luster and not original or clever, the mood, as if we wait lifetimes for the right times to say we care. This internet, has us acting blind, because we don't care, that our mind no longer possess it's own atmosphere. Conversation around dirty cops and the capitalism that supports them.The constitution and the bill of rights are played out like an old hymn. The beat now trumps rhythmn. And few aren't here for the fame and still have the mind to give folks something to believe in.