We used to own things. Not anymore. Your music, Your movies, They sat on a shelf, Your car in your driveway, tools in your hand, yours. But then they whispered a new word, Convenience, Don't buy it, stream it, don't own it, lease it, don't keep it, subscribe. And like sleepwalkers, we agreed. Now you don't own your songs, your software, your tools, you rent your life, You pay to borrow. And the second they want to click gone, your playlist erased, your car, disabled, your apps locked, all without warning, all without your saying. And here's what they'll never admit. This isn't a mistake, It's design. Because when you don't own anything, you can't protect it. Can't fix it. Can't even argue. You just accept obey, Move on and it gets darker. Because when you own nothing, they own you, your choices, your habits, your digital cage painted pretty. And while you pay every month to keep things you don't own, they're watching, tracking, shaping what you think. So ask yourself if they can take your music, your tools, your car, What happens when they come for your home or worse, your mind. This is just a theory, not a fact. Share, Believe, inspire blacks be.