I've traveled so far

Couldn't tell you how far

Feels as though I have been

A million places at once

Many lives I have lived

Many battles I've fought

I've fought, and lost

Mass shooters

Black rulers

What's up to you half-truthers

Hotep-lujah

That's humor

I'm past the rumors

I'm past the human

The body is trash

A bad computer

A ghost, a ghost

With massive tumors

Can't threaten a **** like me

With death I'd be glad to do it

And sprinkle my ashes on my Mac computer

And rap into it

While blastin' Future

And say that's the future

Thats the future

If you're lookin for trouble

You ain't gotta look far

Without the presence of dark

Wouldn't-

The year is 5625

**** is clappin' and stompin' in church, waiting for Jesus to come back alive

**** is still (conscious), waiting on E.T. to come out the sky

Stop all these crimes, mentally ill and out of their mind

****-****-****-**** is still awaiting for Flint to get some supplies

**** is still like "Damn, I was just talkin' to so-and-so the other day, how did they die? Why?"

**** is still (conscious), waiting for politicians to admit that they lied

Since we all comrades, (let them **** pre-locked up in them contracts)

You accept that its generous, just 'cause the man let his boot off your neck just a little bit

If that shit - if that shit - if that shit was threatening, you wouldn't know that it did exist

They wouldn't - they wouldn't - they would've hid that shit from you, like all of your history

They brought - they brought - they brought Bill Nye back from the dead just to get at me

They sent so many agents my way, I could start an agency

(You are nearly conscious)

It's all about branding, all about branding, feel like a fraternity, **** wanna brand me

**** want Grammys, **** want families, **** think I'm crazy, I don't own a damn thing

Where the fuck's the manual? They can't understand me, they can't understand me

All that shit must go, all that shit is trash, there is not a Plan B

(You are nearly conscious)

Where do all of that go, where we gon' end up, where we all landing?

This is just a shit-show, this is just a Citgo, I am only passing

(You are nearly conscious)

I've traveled so far

Couldn't tell you how far

Feels as though I have been

A million places at once

Many lives I have lived

Many battles I've fought

I've fought, and lost

If you're looking for trouble

You ain't gotta look far

Without the presence of dark

Wouldn't be any stars

You may know who I am

But do you know who you are?

(You are, you are)

These roads, they don't go nowhere

These highways are a dead end

I've had my share of losses

I've had my share of lessons

And I sure know what hell is

And I ask you this question

If we, ourselves, ain't perfect

Then how could we know what heaven is like?