I wreck n die I'm begging to testify that everyone is capable of touching skies, of getting high ,of living lies,Wake up in the morning and we roll the dice, elites playing God with the genes they splice, fetus on ice, this ain a movie man this shit is real life, this shit is real strife, stabbed in the back with a real knife. I'm breaking the bred ducking the feds putting my kids in to bed with Jesus I plead that he often forgets the transgressions in my sessions the spot that I'm reppin, y'all can't step in the flesh man, threshing floors with solid cores my brain maintains storms n waves, seems like you niggas run in place I'm flashing lightnings in the storm I rage . synchronicity the mystery, through history and cycles of time the worlds at its end they begging to find try to deceive the masses in time and lime light I climb heights to absorb the sunlight come down with more hype and war pipes angels pulling the chariots to burn down your mariot worshipping the golden calf has left you desolate less then trash man my words stay brash never sugar coat the shit man Rick James with the big hand clocked cocked and sifting through beats and sheets of lyrics leaked in the mental space this a mental race a mental trace of constellations that honor nations and ponder fates through starving races still left in the holy places .