He’ll tell you how he built the world,
But not what he did he do with all the calluses.
Free on the moon, stuck in molasses
Negativity reigns over me like an emperor.
His son believes in aliens and simulations
But not the need for economic stimulation.
You ever tried explaining racism to a
cave man? All he wants is fire.
You ever tried explaining war to an
Insane man? All he wants is a gun.
Instead of fixing the problems,
Hoping one day we’ll overcome.
He’s building another planet,
It’s the calluses he runs from.
About the Creator
K. Barrakuda
You will only miss the shots you don’t take.
Shoot for the stars and hope you touch base.
Pray to a God even if you seen a face.
We believe in aliens but we ain’t never seen space.
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