Thoughts Of a blind man spyin...picture that...eyeless movin fast/spineless with a back..holding the weight of the world on his shoulders..still wont crack/

Or picture the def ear listening to a track..given his thoughts on rap/ a deaf mute just spoke on that..a bum just made a stack/ drum roll please then hit the high hat/

How about a man wit no legs... runnin miles...last leg,crosses first through that tape/crowd full of dead men applaud...devils in the corner prayin to god/

imagine scene of a country wit no money...drivin round in mercedes...mansions expensive as 10 bentleys/gq stylin livin life with paperless riches/

blind man yellin at mute for tellin him to get lost/dude wit no legs paper chasin at all costs/devil upstairs lookin for a truce/ghosts appear say they bein haunted by you

up is down.. down is up.. night is light..light is dark/spiral thoughts with the mind of a genious..cursin nuns with a cleanness..flippin off.. the new greetin/

so lemme end this with reason..never know what season,a able mind is dreamin/stars will shine.. this one gleamin..