As you can see, we've had our eye on you for some time now, Mr. Anderson

It seems that you've been living two lives

One life, you're Thomas A. Anderson, program writer for a respectable software

We know that you've been contacted by a certain individual

A man who calls himself Morpheus

Whatever you think you know about this man is irrelevant

He is considered by many authorities to be the most dangerous man alive

You may believe that I'm wasting my time with you, but I believe you wish to do the right thing

If you're willing to wipe the slate clean, you can refresh it all

Left me broken hearted, now I trust nobody

I been strictly pimpin', bitches lookin' for a profit

In my wallet

I keep our picture wrapped up tight, nice

Now I think it's time to light that fucking picture down to ash

Let it burn, I'm sick of looking at my past, sick of all these fuckin' bitches

Who think they fuckin' know me

You don't know me, weren't close friends or fuckin' homies

I could pull up, get it dumpin' out the window on your street

Without the Indica, I can hardly sleep

I can hardly fucking breathe

Let the smoke fill my lungs

Operate like that until I'm gone