I used to walk past the cemetery on the pathway to my boy's

House to sit, get lifted and dream about how we wanted to live

Irony in action, fractions of honesty divide people into factions

Those who will, and those who actually will

I guess things aren't what they used to be

Memory lane had the yellow bricks removed, and

The pavements now seem stained with cigarette

Ash and shards of broken glass, smells like home

The siren's a familiar melody, but doesn't

Sound the same without Nickelodeon theme tunes

I would drown out sounds, oh nostalgia

You wicked, wicked temptress you

I remember

If not through the eyes of the innocent, who else could

See potential for limitless second nature survival

Our mindset primitive, adapt and discover that pound

Coin won't stretch past that panda pop these days

It's monkey see what monkey do for the trees

Forest fires and friendly conversations

Searching Amazon for new ways to burn the bamboo

Smoke filled lungs 'til speech slurs, streams of

Consciousness tangled, gathered with like-minded

A demand for retribution if left with the roaches, burned its all

Ah ah ooh, we haven't come that far since

Evolution, stand two feet, no alpha male

But still blessed with another tale of the hypocrite

Still blessed with the eyes of the vigilant

See senses fall to pensive states of temporary aspirations

Then pass it on like tales around the campfire

Unified in dream state, then put the blindfolds on

Our eardrums for a session of ignorant bliss like

I ain't really worried about nothing, I swear

I ain't really worried about nothing, I swear

I ain't really worried about nothing, I swear

I thought the grass would get greener once I came off the trees

Seeking the high has me throwing away loose leaves like autumn

See me clearly, that same primitive thought

We evolved from like Darwinian theory

I wonder why we choose to stay in the

Dark like the pigment of Stevie's vision

When it's hard to see our pigments as equal or any effort

To engage your conscience must be seen as conscious

Accept the consequence whenever when I beg pardon on truth

The reality's simian, but the facts are simple

It's human instinct, it's humans instinctively

We adapt to survive or destroy

Same difference, I wonder why we choose to stay

In the dark like the pigment of Stevie's vision

But some love the blindfolds of ignorance

It's a shame to see the spiraling direction of self-expression

Jaded eyes see only jaded solutions

Money, money, money shall rain down on our

Daughters and we shall applaud and cheer

Like the arches in their back coupled with

The rhythmic patterns of their gyrating hips

Can summon condensation

Honey, honey, honey brown skin will be bleached to be appreciated

Hungry, hungry, hungry stomachs will call our brothers

To arms over pussy, weed, money because it sells

And that's all we know

I am no martyr for the message

I am no better but know better

One body, a shoulder to lean, a head and

Mouth to speak truths piercing your flesh

A leg or two to stand on whenever in need

And they still got my **** hanging from the trees

Can't see the truth when it's six feet deep, six feet deep

Got my **** hanging from the trees

Got my **** hanging from the trees

Can't see the truth, can't see the truth when it's six feet deep

Can't see the truth when it's six feet deep

I ain't really worried about nothing, I swear

I ain't really worried about nothing, I swear

I ain't really worried about nothing, I swear

I ain't really worried about nothing, I swear