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Yeah
Right, uh
I flashback to a time, I was maybe twelve
When we used to play outside and give Granny hell
Daily trying just to not end up dead or in jail
Now these kids braindead and prisoners to they cell
My lil cousin come around and barley make a sound
He got his headphones on, his head looking down
Disconnected from everything that surrounds him
The Social Dilemma tendency's on the thousand
Few raise they brows while most keep browsing
Seconds turn to minutes and the minutes turn to hours and
Then the hours turn to days, willful lounging
You livin' on the internet, ain't focused on your housing
Now how the fuck that shit sounding?
She smiling in her pictures, but inside she frowning
Thirsty for attention, got her so obsessed
I guess we just (children of the internet)
(Children of the internet)
Look
I grew up in a good but a changing age
My wife and kids, Damon Wayan's
When the youth club was everybody's favorite place
Where if you spoke to a girl, then it was face to face
Bro, I've seen a heart of a hood turn trendy
Kids loose interest, parks turn empty
Social media has got us all less friendly
Now can't you see the irony?
She's got game when she types to me
But nothing in person, that ain't the type for me
Asking, "Can we go for dinner yet?" In the flesh
No conversation, no intellect
The future generation of the children of the internet
It's all changing, I'm seeing it now
You can meet a hundred people without leaving your house
Putting pictures in the frames and memory in the clouds
You know everybody keeps their memories in the cloud
We finally found a voice and we ain't speaking as loud
People only wanna listen to the sheep in the crowd
And any other statement gets you cancelled by an activist
That's never helped the cause that they're tweeting about
Do you blame public figures and personalities