“Now as I wander through the city goin’ mad
I see the fruits of planting evidence instead of grass
A swindled generation with no patience, full of swag
Man, they so impatient with the stations that they have.
As long as they look good when they be doin’ bad.
Then the separation from the truth is gettin’ vast, fast.
Be a slave at first or free at last.
Double-edged choices make a nigga wanna pass.
Double-headed voices from the eagle on the staff.
The pyramid where eyes will split the spirited in half
Divided over money
Delighted by the dummyin’ down of the importance of crowns we’ll never have.
That’s why my sounds and sermons are so full of wrath.
Baptize your mind, let your brain take a bath.
Swim inside the river get delivered from the craft.
Of the witches in this business that be livin’ off your sad.”