Khino - 2084

Get the album on bandcamp: https://khino.bandcamp.com/album/cyberpunk-black Full story: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1EaObmnNR2JLc5DhwGsriNRT69NKJRiBP?usp=sharing Year of our lord, 2084. January, I guess. Been running with gangs, better part of two decades. Something needs stealing, someone needs killing, day-to-day runner shit. What would mom say? Can't do much else without citizenship or proof-of-faith. Fake ID only gets you so far. Being a ghost has its perks though, won't hear me moaning about how much I wish I could pay taxes, least not when I know what they're funding... You know. Started feeling kind of aimless lately, I know, in this place? shocker... Anyway, I guess I thought writing may help a bit. On a job recently, someone told me it might. I Guess when you see so much wrong in the world, not expressing it leaves it trapped inside, feeding every bad thing you'd wished happened to you. I've come to know the underground too well. The gangs that pay you to make some poor fucker puke lead, the corp that bankrolls those gangs to keep crime high so their private police funding stays inflated, the rat at the top who eats half that funding in his yearly bonus anyway... Other day I clocked that violence on a school district makes people more accepting of increased funding, so if a gang does a gig there the payout is a little larger. Fun stuff. Only country in the world where you're safer not getting an education, and many don't. Great excuse to not fund schools. Win-win for the regime. I choose jobs more carefully now, because of that. If you gotta flatline a fella it helps knowing they actually deserve it, and lil' Timmy don't need to walk by the splatter on his way to bible class. You'd think on this business that'd make me weird and outcast, but turns out, down here, the weird ones are the ones who don't care. I've met more kind and caring people in grime-filled merc bars than I ever have in corpo-backed "celebrating family values" parties, and before you ask, yes I was there to steal shit. Fuck, you go to a skyspire's top floor it feels like they put sociopathy in the wine. What I'm getting at is I think we got a lot of missed potential. I've seen a chromed-out gangoon take out an entire squad with nothing but a pair of ForeTec19s and pure fuckin' rage. Why? 'cause that job was the only way for his daughter to go to college. That's the key. It's not complicated. The ones who don't care don't last 'cause they got nothing waiting for them, and no one watching out for them. Ones who care die too, but we remember them. Their kids still get a better life because we care enough to help them ourselves. But I still think we could do better. If we stopped doing shady gigs for scraps to help ourselves and sometimes each other, perpetuating the cycle that keeps us here in the first place, maybe we could do something better, something real... Form a new gang? rework the underground? I don't know... I really don't. Anyway, I'll try to write more tomorrow. Feels alright but I'm tired now. There's a postfusion jazz bar somewhere with my name on it. Written and Produced by Khino.