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Ain’t nothing new...Under the sun
A rap release from 0zkMusic.
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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒅, 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝑱𝒆𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒎:
“Meaningless! Meaningless!”
says the Teacher.
“Utterly meaningless!
Everything is meaningless.”
What do people gain—
from all their labor?
Toil under the sun,
but life’s still vapor.
Generations come,
generations go,
The earth remains—
same as before.
The sun—it rises,
the sun—it sets,
It rushes back,
it never rests.
The wind blows south,
then turns to the north,
Round and round,
it stays on course.
Streams hit the ocean—
the sea ain’t full,
They return again,
repeat the pull.
All things tire,
More than words can say.
The eye won’t stop,
The ear craves anyway.
What has been,
Will be again,
What was done—
Will be done again.
“Ain’t nothing new…
Under the sun…”
“Ain’t nothing new…
Under the sun…”
“Ain’t nothing new…
Under the sun…”
Is there anything—
you can say is new?
It was here already,
long before you.
No one remembers—
The ones from the past,
And those yet to come—
They won’t last.
“Ain’t nothing new…
Under the sun…”
“Ain’t nothing new…
Under the sun…”
The idea#
Qoheleth walks into a rap track wearing street cadence instead of temple dust. “Meaningless! Meaningless!” is not soft philosophy here; it is the beat’s verdict. Labor under the sun yields vapor; generations turn over like a loop that never updates the sample.
The images are almost meteorological—sun racing back to rise, wind circling, streams pouring into a sea that will not fill—so the hook lands with blunt finality: ain’t nothing new under the sun. Aggression in the delivery does not cancel the ancient fatigue; it sharpens it. Driving pulse for a teaching that refuses novelty as comfort.
One reading: the song is less nihilism for its own sake than a cold inventory. Eyes never sated, ears never full, memory of the past already thinning for those not yet born. What remains is the earth’s stubborn sameness, and a voice that refuses to pretend the cycle has been interrupted.
