we back again sincronized cuz we despise the secret lies that keep us from being intertwined no gangsta fellows we try to keep it mellow no speaka politics so I just say hell no to the current pharow we tha peasants sneaking seeking fame to be come the king and rain over flows as we grow through pain weve slain the day's weve slaved enough with the analogy cuz im not necessaraly Socrates but people follow me so if there followers I'm the followee but how can Kings be sorrowing I'm sposed to be up high but I'm burrowing and yet I'm loud dont fit with the crowd unless its a rave so now I pass the crown for another day