Everywhere we go, People will wonder
Who we are, Where exactly is it we come from
Because while we will look like them
We'll also be so foreign
Fail to see the shift
When history was your warning
This world is still warming
And my eyes see no glory
In waiting on some saviour
Our future is in our hands
Get that message you're a creator
this is something new
i call on the disenfranchised thinkers, writers, poets, artists, creatives, nihilist anarchic healers, the "keep it realers".
i am an elevate-er laying a foundation for a strong tower
but i am dust in sand the people are the power
we're gonna keep things lite tho
at least at first
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