I`m still cruisin, my brain is sore
Time is willing, It`s out the door
There`s no correction, no female sport
It`s locking up inside my mind `cause
Nothing`s clear anymore
There`s no corruption, no train of thought
Not even willing until I`m caught
It`s like a judge and jury being bought
By someone on the opposite side but
Nothing`s clear anymore
Take a look inside Before you swallow your pride
Take a look inside
Take a good look inside
Stop and think about what you do
Try to understand