Mumen Rider
Riding my bike through the rain like Mumen
Higher acumen than you men stuck zooming though realities displayed to the
Cybernetic portal in your hand, i’m talking cell phone
I’ve outgrown these cold drones who not prone to understand
Any information thrown at them in unknown ways. (wait, what?)
Shit, i’m talking no creativity
Don’t take it literally
You can belittle me all you want, but you should know that this ain’t little league
This is real life
One of the hardest things i’ve done is realize that i didn’t know who i am
Or what it meant to me to be alive
I’m talking no identity. no attachments
Time goes by without meaning, like “what happened?”
Until i met my steady group of friends, at least
Noticed that they weren’t pretending when they defended me
And we would throw arms over shoulders to the end
And breathe easy when the stress met release
Talking peace