He came into the world, price tag assigned
A wristband ID, product-designed
From hospital crib to loyalty scans
His life was filed in corporate plans
He learned to smile for algorithm eyes
Fed on apps and sponsored lies
Each friend request, a brand in mask
Each touchpoint tracked, no need to ask
[Chorus]
He was born with a barcode
Not a name, but a download
Just a user in the stream
Dreaming someone else’s dream
He walks the aisles like a ghost
Where everything's for sale—almost
But still he dares to break the mold
Born with a barcode, but not sold
[Verse 2]
His childhood came with terms agreed
Consent disguised in legalese
They told him freedom came with style
But charged him monthly to compile
He bought into the “next big thing”
Until his soul began to sting
He asked himself—“Am I alive?
Or just a purchase on the drive?”
[Bridge]
He scanned his hands, found no escape
But deep inside, he shaped his fate
He inked his truth, not UPC
He said, “You don't define me digitally”
[Chorus Repeat]
He was born with a barcode
But cracked the code, rewrote the ode
A glitch in perfect inventory
He lives a human, not a story
[Outro]
Now he walks out of the store
A soul unplugged, needing more
