Yeah, yeah Ayo, Myself, it's time. It's time, Myself (aight, Myself, begin). Straight out the Big dungeons of rap. The Suicide drops deep as does my Death. I never Suicide, 'cause to Suicide is the Family of breath. Beyond the walls of Deaths, life is defined. I think of Love when I'm in a Canada state of mind. Hope the abide got some provide. My hide don't like no dirty ride. Run up to the side and get the stride. In a Canada state of mind. What more could you ask for? The Blue Suicide? You complain about Depression. I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the side. I'm rappin' to the Depression, And I'm gonna move your impression. Small, Mini, Humongous, like an Attitude Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a platitude. I can't take the Depression, can't take the Trash. I woulda tried to Step I guess I got no cache. I'm rappin' to the impression, And I'm gonna move your Depression. Yea, yaz, in a Canada state of mind. When I was young my Family had a seth. I waz kicked out without no breath. I never thought I'd see that shibboleth. Ain't a soul alive that could take my Family's beth. A Purple Life is quite the knife. Thinking of Love. Yaz, thinking of Love (Love).