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Technology's necessity, without it we would die, it's 
fascinating really how computers run our lives,

the tapping of the keyboard and the clicking of the 
mouse, it's gotten so that folks don't even have to 
leave the house.

The world's right at our fingertips and there's no way 
around, the fact that all you need is just a debit card 
account,

to pay for what you wish, your items may get freely 
shipped, you may get really gipped but I aint really 
sayin spit,

I'll change it up a bit, now ev'rybody lose your mind, I 
don't mean goin crazy just expand it and refine,   

imagine you're agoraphobic, scared to go outside, 
computers then present a slight resemblance of a 
life.

The script rotates with ease I flip it 45 degrees, you 
got the shady ones out there that steal identities,

bring fam'lies to their knees, absconding quick with 
50 Gs, a scam that's ran leaves both the check and 
save stash hittin E.

They're also in the mobile phones, there're no more 
phones at home, no cordless in the kitchen only 
touch screen mobile tones,

that come with email, news and weather packaged 
up in foam, remember when we knew our peoples' 
numbers from the dome?

I stand up self admittedly absorbed in techno-lust, 
it's fright'ning if you ponder, it could all end with a 
touch,

of just a button, maybe 2, a maze of 82, Verizon's the 
horizon so we're really praising who?  
  
The media in print is by the wayside, take a look, 
we'll move a cursor but won't flip the pages in a book,

on that aspect I'm old school up unitl I d-i-e, you'll 
always find a paper or a hardback right by me.    

The future's in the hands of those who strive to make 
it more, than being slaves to microchips like 
Terminator 4,

there will be no salvation when the Ipads mess us 
up, Steve Jobs is worshipped more than God, 
beware of techno-lust.
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