Modern Times - Genre: Rap ||

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Title: Modern Times

(Intro)
Yo, welcome to the era where clicks define fame,
Where people chase the cloud but forget the name.
It's a digital maze, everybody plays,
But who's the real winner at the end of the day?

(Verse 1)
Wake up, scrollin’, dopamine's controlling,
A thousand likes don’t mean a life that's golden.
Fake smiles in selfies, filters on repeat,
They edit the truth but can’t fix defeat.

Tech's a blessing, but it’s got a dark twist,
Connection's just a number, real touch we miss.
Chasing trends like we're running on a treadmill,
Lost in the scroll, is the void what we feel?

(Chorus)
Modern times, living in the fast lane,
Caught between the pixels, can't escape the chain.
Screens glowing bright, but the soul stays dim,
In this digital world, are we losing within?

(Verse 2)
AI writes the lyrics, who’s the artist now?
Jobs replaced by code, they’re taking the vow.
Cashless living, crypto-driven dreams,
While the poor still struggle to find means.

Cancel culture quick, but redemption slow,
Say one wrong word, and your career won't grow.
We're building towers higher, Wi-Fi stronger,
But can we make a world where humanity lasts longer?

(Chorus)
Modern times, living in the fast lane,
Caught between the pixels, can't escape the chain.
Screens glowing bright, but the soul stays dim,
In this digital world, are we losing within?

(Bridge)
Echo chambers rising, feeding what we know,
Algorithms decide how far we’ll go.
Privacy’s a myth, they watch every click,
The future looks bright but feels kinda sick.

(Outro)
Yo, it's modern times, and we’re writing the rules,
But are we the creators, or just the tools?
Pause for a second, let the silence play,
Maybe the answer’s in the quiet of the day.