i rep for hobos and numbskulls still try amd keep my cool yet humble i tumble through chaos in my prefrontal synaptic bundle hoping that dreams wont crumble i boil stuff and toil tuff but never have i had enough no not a little bit an idiot at times but somehow feel inclined to find the signs of the times and shift my paradigm get back in line ill surely findthe evidence of all your crimes against the people low and humble so still my man you see to many cant admit that what there eyes do see is true reality