No reception here I wave my black phone In the air like a flare like a prayer but no reception I read on the Internet baby face boy billionaire Phone app sold made more money in one day than my family over 100 generations More than my whole world ever has World where house-buying jobs became rent-paying jobs became living with family jobs Boy billionaires Money is access access to politicians waiting for us to die lead in our water alcohol and painkillers Replace my job with an app replace my dreams of a house and a yard With a couch in the basement ‘The future is yours!’ Forced 24-7 entrepreneurs. I just want a paycheck and my own life I’m on the couch in the basement they’re in the house and the yard Some night I will catch a bus out to the west coast And burn their silicon city to the ground

That’s such a powerful mood.