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letra de wack mirror - nahreally

who do i turn to? i can’t even trust snapple facts
might cancel all my shows and rap at home to laugh tracks
i raffled off my integrity for an apple watch
i p-wned it, now my soul is on sale for half off
the plot thickens every minute in the present moment
more careful with my time, i recognize i barely own it
modern fairytales are rarely ever awesome
peter piper posted pics of pickled peppers, but he photoshopped em
i can’t tell what’s a paid production
reasonable facsimile organic substance
branded content, i exist to watch ads
when geico wins an oscar, i won’t even be that mad
the super rich wanna move to mars or freeze their brains
to live forever or just side step climate change
build a bunker for a doomsday apocalypse
and horde resources so the poor can’t pocket sh-t
and soon enough we’ll be able to take residence
in virtual reality, all maladies irrelevant
as artificial intelligence ill-strates the future
we’ll snuggle up to spouses generated by computers
the perfect match based on search history
let algorithms program the right amount of mystery
physical misery digitally retouched
why lose weight? my avatars got a mean b-tt
my 3d printed college education makes me smart
graduated jeff bezos school of art
does part man and part hard drive count as alive?
don’t text me please, i sneeze every time i’m notified
but it should clear up with my next update
to ios 47,088.3
remind me in an hour, not enough storage free
pay for icloud or delete a couple memories?
but cryptocurrency tanked, in debt to six different banks
so i delete every thanksgiving since 2008
sorry grandma, couldn’t part ways with my instagram
and in a jam i may still need candy crush — she’ll understand!
i’m in an uber that’s autonomously driving
past corporate headquarters public money subsidizes
the workforce lives inside the walls for low wages
turnover stays low as long as no one ever ages
so they offer 401k, dental, and immortality
as long as we commit seven days a week to the balance sheet
one day we’ll vote in universal endless life
let’s hope living is still beautiful when no one ever dies

what? bro, what are you talking about, man?

- nahreally

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