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Room full of people, how could I be lonely? These days it's harder than ever to find a true homie I'm trying to keep a grip but I'm losing it slowly Filling our voids with mediums of instant gratification that create unrealistic plateaus of satisfaction Keep me up, keep me up, How do you not see the ramifications? We've been desensitized me overstimulated Our thoughts and subconscious incubated By news feeds, timelines, snapchats and the latest Virtual friendships masking this hiatus Can we talk about something besides other people? It'd be different if it were positive, but it always seems to be fecal Do you realize the power of thoughts and words? Gossip is lethal Forget words, we've forgot how to feel Western medicine, we've forgot how to heal Longer life expectancies, but without any zeal Living longer just to live longer, what's the appeal? Why would you ever live a life less than ideal? Playing' double dutch with reality & surreal Here we go with another one of my spiels Let's imagine a day without a word said Let's imagine a day without thoughts in your head Let's imagine a day with all expectations shed Just actions, seems it'd be hard to be misread Do you see how we make things complicated? Speak the same language but need it translated Unrealistic mediums of keeping in touch Hey, hi, what's up, how are you? What happened to just chatting over lunch? Pretty good, Chillin', yeah me too No such thing as plans, someone might text me "I'll let you know", we have to keep a plan B Some of you probably string along three Day dreaming about the days before technology When you had to be where you said you'd be, #T.B.T. I see the followers, yeah you got a bunch How many you seen in the last few months? How long can we use instant gratification as a crutch? Social media, the FOMO illusion, how much is too much? Dramatized highlight reels of our lives Look at me, look at me, I'm alive, I've arrived Perfect little story, just how you contrived Elephant in the room, the antithesis of live Let's just upload consciousness to a hard drive Seen friends waste hours in paradise editing pics Just to post them in hope of some double clicks These habits have turned into Tourette's tics Sucking the essence from the moment, the "present" tick MySpace, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram What's next? It's all just one big sham The egos favorite invention, that & the front cam I'll apologize now for these next lines ma'am Some of you girls confused about what's a shirt **** & Ass out, actin' surprised by perverts The spice is gone when everyone's seen what's for dessert You aren't fooling anyone, it's oh so overt Oh, can we all agree to quit recording concerts? Guys, know the difference between flirt & thirst You're not Drake, your behavior's actually the worst Court a random girl in person, that'd be a first It's so much more genuine unrehearsed Put your phone up be available & alert I'll bet you'll wish you would've when you're riding in a hearse

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Book: Shattered Sighs