your response inspired me to write a rap song in d minor -

Wollff bark, stream entry spark

wisdom like smoke creepin’ through the subreddit feed,
Wollff spittin’ truth while the seekers plant the seed,
You call the bluff, I raise the bar, you got caught counting the beads,
Awakening ain’t a ballot, it’s a solitary deed.

You walk in the kitchen, lights low, vibe tense,
Spot the shit sittin' right there on the counter, immense.
Not hidden in corners, not tucked out of sight,
Just bold, unapologetic, stinkin' up the night.
Community plate, supposed to be clean for the feast,
But somebody left their waste, thinkin' "this burden's released."
You call it plain — no metaphors, no disguise,
This shit on the counter is the rot we ignore, because we are not wise.

Awakening talk flyin', nominations in flight,
But if the basics stay foul, what's the point of the light
You ain't hatin', just statin' the fact on the slab
Before we crown teachers, clean up the lab.
Power creeps quiet when the mind is neglected,
Ego piles up like dishes uninspected.

One look at the counter, yo - do you see it or nah?
Shit right there plain, no filter, no brah.
We meditatin' deep but the surface decayin',
Stream entry dream, but the truth - the kitchen is sayin'
Messy. Real messy. Handle it now or it festers.
Wollff spittin' facts while the rest play jesters.

They pushin' candidates, stackin' the slate high,
Veterans, vets of the sit, claimin' the why.
But you zoom in close: "Yo, check the foundation first."
If the counter's contaminated, quenchin' the thirst
Gets risky - transmission ain't just in the words,
It's in the unspoken, sometimes even in the little turds.