I wave this stick in the air like the conductor of symphonies

As if this tragedy of a life was meant for me I capitalize off epiphanies

Until the guy you pray to in the sky send for me, that's that righteousness in me that fly over my enemies

This shit hysterical, you ain't getting your life back like Belamy with a felony, no jokes to tell them

Bars harder than federal prisons, y'all locked in them

They see them as faggots and putting them in straight jackets and rapists and racists in raw denim

This flawed system was designed to cause harm to men and women with pheromones attracting attention from like minded children

They killing them, literally

Gods and goddesses roaming this coliseum elites overseeing them

Your motto couldn't be carpe diem, you rely too much on nostalgia, time is not linear

That's a fact, ****

Acquiring more knowledge of self than Clarence at thirteen times

Founder of the five percenters ain't got nothing on these rhymes

**** can't differentiate the cabal and the peace sign

Originally weak minded, now they gotta tap in if they wanna find me