Dragged through the mud, so many feel no love
The youth barely surviving, you can see a void in their eyes
Their parents told them to constantly cost cut, they all stuck
Between confined places, by the time of graduation
The air gets thinner as they drown in college debt
The throat itches, at the thought of financial intuition
Wondering with the knowledge kept and dollars spent
Will they make better decisions?
When there’s traps everywhere, everything is a subscription
Lint is swelling up their pants, for basic entertainment apps
So they work at the fueling station with grueling impatience
Cause their wage is minimum, and their tank is vacant
With blunts and pills they become complacent
Because they want to feel like their life is real
Doomscrolling gives them an illusion of freedom
Late nights, praying to Christ, no colluding nor healing
Cause the only way to make it as big as notorious
Is either stripping, scamming, or gambling ‘til your glorious
Cause companies got Gen Z scraping for pennies
No wonder plenty resort to packing the semi
When they ain’t making it semi or halfway
If there’s a crash it will be heavy one day
Ain’t too many in these parts that can afford to eat
So they’ll construct rally boards, loot stores, demanding more
As I sit back, viewing violence I saw from light years
The world deserves to burn, and I might reach for the spark
Mystic Stranger 