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...