we are the effected, that society rejected, its like we're infected, 'cuz we're inspected, and expected, to do something Wretched, but the stone it ain't all etch-ed, so we don't gotta go that route, make em scream make em shout, something good something good give them something good to talk about, ya'll be bobin' in and out, some have faith but you all have doubt. soak up the truth it's strong as stout get on my level to hear me out, cant be happy with out he, who came to die on the tree, once was depressed now filled with glee, 'cuz he don't see what they all see, we are perfect yeSIRree, us misfits can live in peace. we are new the old deceased, just forgive and release. accept God and his Masterpiece, go ahead let the joy release, praise God amen go in peace.