Between my house on a Saturday gettin sprayed for scabies
And Sunday when I'm out stealing binkies from all of the babies
Maybe things just are this way
Cause what I did the other day it
Was shady and karma kills me like a nonexistent entity
Serenity and energy were what I sought before chemistry found me and chemicals defined me
There seems to be a wall in my brain, oh please, could you remind me
What it's like to spit a rymе with proper finesse and timing

I'm an еnigmatic man with a problematic plan
Born of the mud and destined one day to return again
My attitude manifests as a crystalline form of energies
That enter through your ear holes and exit out your appendages
I do what I can to stop myself from crossing over into the breakdown lane of life and trying not to get run over by all these freeway motherfuckers and greasily groomed truckers you know the ones with 9-5s making me feel like a broke sucka