Yeah, it’s me again, stepping back into the fire, You don’t…

Yeah, it’s me again, stepping back into the fire,
You don’t gotta be a flat-earther just to doubt the globe’s entire.
Not everyone will get it, I don’t expect them to,
’Cause honestly at first it’s heavy, too much info to chew.
Years and years of schooling, layered indoctrination,
While they brag about the budget of the International Space Station.
They teach you not to question, like curiosity’s a crime,
But once your eyes open, you can’t rewind the mind in time.
Ask ’em ’bout Antarctica — watch how fast they switch,
Tours that turn back halfway like the compass got a glitch.
“Sorry folks, that’s far enough,” they always draw the line,
Guarded ice for miles and miles — yeah, that treaty’s lookin’ fine.
You paid for the adventure, but they’re guarding what they hide,
A whole world of cold secrets on the other side.
They claim it’s just the weather, or “conditions aren’t ideal,”
But you start to wonder what’s beneath the veil for real.
And Satoshi? Brilliant mind — but even he missed this view,
Cracked the code of money, yet the globe spell fooled him too.
I asked him once on X, “Bro, you ever question what they teach?”
He hit me back with pure math, never looked beyond the breach.
He said, “Scale your systems, that’s the only truth I chase,”
But he never saw the cracks in NASA’s picture-perfect space.
Genius with the ledgers, but the sky kept him deceived,
’Cause even brightest minds can’t see the lies they once believed.
So here I stand still searching, where the doubts and theories birth,
Knowing even Satoshi couldn’t see the shape of Earth.
He freed us from the bankers, broke the chains they wrapped around —
But when it came to the horizon… he never looked past the round.
If you don't believe it or don't get it, I don't have the time to try to convince you, sorry.