Bordering my intuition
I seen a christian kill a baby, that's the innervision
Predicaments of the proverbial, my sweet tradition
Transitions are artistic, with the chisel tips the surface
Simplistic, optismistic for the euphimistic
Shed a tear with the rendition of this composition
I mean incognito, the pizza man is tryna give me jalapenos (oh)
Flip it, turn, turn back the flip disk
Re-wish the wish list to see Christmas
Cocaine falling from the sky, no love no lies, when I move and I cry
What's a stone to a stick and a pizza to a pie?
Manifest to a degree to make a grown man cry
These premonitions always searching for serenity
Love was the barrier, the drugs made them marry me
At 17 with the sounds of the tambourines