Six voices perform a spoken-word protest against overwork, tech culture, and burnout. The piece cycles through personal despair and collective rage, anchored by the refrain "All around the world, around the world, I know you feel this shit." It's a cathartic outburst about wanting freedom from relentless overtime and institutional control.
My feet high, just enough of my brain. Living fast, but I feel restrained. First wish, gimme time back, please. Slow mornings and a mind at ease. No more guilt when I wanna breathe. Life too short just to never leave. Clock out sharp when the daylight ends. No fake overtime for pretend. My own hours, my own plans. That's the freedom I demand.
It's giving peace, it's giving space. It's giving I can leave this place. It's giving life outside that screen.
Maybe more than survival dreams.
Shut the fuck up! Good on ya! You got that right! It's time to turn this motherfucker around!
Hey, sometimes I need alone time, but for this one time I'm all over your ass like cum drying. I heard that they don't like me, that's fine, 'cause we don't like y'all. We not like y'all. I'm done trying, I tried dying enough times. 8 lives, I used all those, I'm on 9. What's up here? If we all really stuck here, is there anybody else who doesn't give a fuck here?
Mickey Mouse kids turned rock stars.
Leaving private schools trying to be outlaws, and the old heads always trying to kill the vibe, but rock's not dead long as I'm alive.
So all around the world, around the world, I know you feel this shit.
Wish I had a, wish I was a, wish I gave a, put my jewels.
All around the world, around the world, I know you feel this shit.
Wish I had a, wish I was a, wish I gave a, put my jewels.
Silicon Valley, Silicone tits, psilocybin in milligrams is the new age fix. The only rare thing left is the New York strip. I heard they want the old me, get up on new age dick. Whips with horsepower, I'm a concrete cowboy. The 100-gallon thing couldn't calm me down, boy. Even with some filler, they couldn't change my lips. Even with some Maltoids, I'ma still talk shit. They shoulda never gave me money, shoulda kept me in the house like it's 2020. 'Cause I'm back outside, ain't got nothing to do except piss y'all off 'cause I got nothing to lose, so.
All around the world, around the world, I know you feel this shit.
Solaire hunted the old horde with a ferocity bordering on insanity.
Take me to the moon where we both fell in love. My mind's awake, I hear the song.
Chasing.
Hey, Creedo!
The moon where we both fell in love. Take me to the moon where we both fell in love. My mind's awake, I feel so alive.
Restrain. First wish, give me time back, please. Slow mornings and a mind at ease. No more guilt when I want to breathe. Life too short just to never leave. Clock out sharp when the daylight ends. No fake overtime for pretend. My own hours, my own plans. That's the freedom I demand.
It's giving peace, it's giving space. It's giving— I can't leave this place. It's giving life outside that screen.
Maybe more than survival dreams.
We've done it. One last task.
That's right, motherfucker!
Yeah! Bring it Oh, shut the fuck up!
Hey, sometimes I need alone time, but for this one time, I'm all over your ass like cum drying. I heard that they don't like me. That's fine, cuz we don't like y'all. We not like y'all. I'm done trying. I tried dying enough times. 8 lives, I used all those.
I'm on 9.
What's up here? If we all really stuck here, is there anybody else who doesn't give a fuck here. Mickey Mouse kids turned rock stars, leaving private schools trying to be outlaws. And the old heads always trying to kill the vibe, but rock's not dead long as I'm alive.
So all around the world, around the world, I know you feel this shit.
Wish I had a, wish I was a, wish I gave a, but I don't.
All around the world, around the world, I know you feel this shit.
Wish I had a, wish I was a, wish I gave a Silicon Valley, silicone tits, psilocybin in milligrams is the new age fix.
The only rare thing left is the New York Strip. I heard they want to hold me, get up my new age dick. Whips with horsepower, I'm a concrete cowboy. The 100-gallon paint couldn't calm me down, boy. Even with some filler, they couldn't change my lips. Even with some Altoids, I'ma still talk shit. They should have never gave me money, should have kept me in the house like it's 2020, cause I'm back outside. Ain't got nothing to do except piss y'all off cause I got At last, the spirits that linger within these halls have found peace.
I hope that one day I My sisters will be able to do the same. As for myself, I shall fill these halls with—
I'm moving through the sun.
Thank you.
