yo hidden deep beneath with under this ghetto camouflage lays in the dark this heartache and pain that hides behind the guise of the ghettos eyes now im seeing stars tryna maintain now im feeling kinda hazy even since i fell from grace with the southern crux tatooed on my face separated from god like a splattered fractal pattern through a gyroscope of universes races and planets like a collosal cataclysm of cosmic patry dishes seen through the spiritual metaphysical telescope of the 3rd eye indivisible surgically slicing percise perspectives making devisions to pin points my perspectives and visions intuitions and gut feelings so i know im not just tripping thats why im always on the move rushing to something because time is a time bomb and its ticking but we all wasting time with the tickin and tocking on tik tok taking there time as the clock tiktoks becoz its toking up in smoke choking running out of time tokens like we living in time trying to pawnbroke seconds and minutes like moneys a joke gambling hours aday hoping to win hours and years within time before the limit is finish because its not infinite within the skins of sin we in because sin is of the flesh but our spirits spark with in the spiritual sparks that spark with in until its time to we part and then I shoot for the Stars.