breakin' 'em off a piece of my wicked funky style up front str8 up,
no hiding behind a facade conformed society's way masses try to fit in,
sin after sinner up inner higher self discriminatin' against the ways
others are livin' their live's but i's real different yes a unique
open mind just fuckin' sittin' around here totally bored just waitin'
for fate to let me conquer my goals, these helpless feelins' although
they're not true, no verve is left inside of my soul, but tell me what
can i do? forced to cope, just don't know, how to acheive, my
goals...a life derived through inner strength, and the traits in the
divine, strange perversity dominates, the spirit and the mind...