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Ask me what I’d do with my time if I weren’t working (Poem/Rap)

Ask me what I’d do with my time if I weren’t working: I’d sing, dance, and choreograph Write poems, short stories, and raps Travel across seas Educate myself perpetually Take up kick boxing or maybe karate I’d stream and run games with speed That’s speedrunning, challenging the will to exceed Past the point of your highest achievement Get so many motherfuckin PB’s That’s personal best, then I’d rest After I put my skills to the test and I’d Volunteer, create, obliterate this notion that this nation is capable of nothing but slaving Productivity ain’t shit if you don’t have the fuckin motivation The rich get richer as I grab my pitch fork Say goodbye to the old times when corruption is at an all-time high And our basic fuckin needs are denied Think-tanks of psychologist using all of us Consumerism instead of setting us up to become our best If…


Ask me what I’d do with my time if I weren’t working:

I’d sing, dance, and choreograph
Write poems, short stories, and raps
Travel across seas
Educate myself perpetually
Take up kick boxing or maybe karate

I’d stream and run games with speed
That’s speedrunning, challenging the will to exceed
Past the point of your highest achievement
Get so many motherfuckin PB’s
That’s personal best, then I’d rest
After I put my skills to the test and I’d

Volunteer, create, obliterate this notion that this nation is capable of nothing but slaving
Productivity ain’t shit if you don’t have the fuckin motivation
The rich get richer as I grab my pitch fork
Say goodbye to the old times when corruption is at an all-time high
And our basic fuckin needs are denied
Think-tanks of psychologist using all of us
Consumerism instead of setting us up to become our best

If I could do what I want with my one life
I’d spend it on my broken mind
Self-love, self-help, self-actualize

Remind me how to get through this life cause
I’m so fuckin sick of trying, I’m dying
Poverty trap, I get so much crap from
Brainwashed masses, judgment smashes my self-esteem and my dreams

I work for me, I work for what makes me happy
So fuck them and their fuckin hypocrisy
Their need to control takes a toll
Betting against humanity
This earth is warming and we’ve had so much warning
The greed feeds the fuel and they’ll leave
Go to space, restart the human race I guess

Why would I ever spend my time working for them again?

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