thrown out, heretics-- Cuz my sole route's poetic-- Above the game, where women are coquettish-- Within that realm, the illusion is collective-- Manipulated, meeting a hollywood moguls fetish-- If you don't consent them and contest them, it's your deathwish-- Unless your protected, by God-- You're above the punishable capital sentence--- Though you're forced to work the trenches-- Peasant slave, worked until breathless-- Holding his breath, lit, to exhale, inhale, hold it for 30 more seconds-- While my stomach flexes, head rush--- Nirvana, heaven, buddha-christ, blessed-- Learned, earn his status, fattin a pension-- Investment of time toward musical methods--- Formulated to deliver a positive message-- Meant to uplift, conciousness of love sense--- God's love I must give-- For this time now, put away your guns and your muskets--- And focus on progressing toward the sun, lit-- Listen What kind of words are coming out of my dumb lips--- Watered down, keeping the listener in a state of numbness---