the sickness witness

are u down with the sickness can u believe what weve witnessed ever since last Christmas looks like the asteroid missed us but its on its way back again fuck, i guess im smoking crack again fuck the front, i guess im backing in rack city, go ahead and fill my sack again i feel like Santa, ana winds maybe its chinook, blowing friends no matter what the weather sends doesnt matter, how it ends or begins, i can take you beyond past the oceans, past the pond double O seven, minus the bond im trying to react, youre trying to respond but we just cant reach eachother like the son and the mother cut off, severed, our connection smothered waiting to be recovered or reborn, just like another Saturday just like the missionaries, of saint latter day it was supposed to be a gladder day instead it was a sadder day but now it is Sunday, designated the sabbath, but was supposed to be a funday i call it the broad day, i call it my gun day call it my love gun, i told you i dont play and i dont care, its solitaire, its poker im the queen of diamonds. i am the joker whats in your hand, will you show me? we are the inside strait, dont you know me you should, i am the inner hood the face i show the world, i thought you innerstood or under stood, if you only could i am the tree that fell, the inner wood im the wood rabbit, the white dragon im prophesizing, im not braggin i carry the load, but not in a red wagon mine is a cross, im not laggin im not boasting, im spittin truth strait out my mouth, from a broken tooth listen to what im saying, i am ruth less, i digress, but i am the sooth sayer, bow your head in prayer speak to the gods, but in concentric layers i am the 6th rayer shining down from the sun, if you dayer or if you night, i might, smite you down flaming sword from above to the ground like a lightning bolt, listen for the sound of thunder, from under, then all around i will shock and awe you you wanna battle, ill jaw you put you in a coffin, ill saw you. i wanna know the real. the raw you