Alexandre Moscibroski da Silva
Cut the Cords (Verse 1) From my old stoop out in deep space, Lookin' back at the world spinnin' in place. Chalk and the blackboard turned to a glowin' screen, But the same old hustle keeps movin' the scene. The snark moved blocks, caught a brand-new tone, Now it’s hidin' out in the glow of the phone. (Chorus) We ain't about them carbon-copy minds! Ain't lettin' algorithms run our grinds! Let the youth catch their own spark, Far from the heavy system leavin' 'em in the dark. We just need some ma
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